It was a Friday morning and I didn’t have a chance to pack the night before as I always do because I was working at a pregnancy workshop. I thought about the past week and when I could fit everything in but it was impossible. There are honestly not enough hours in a day when you’re a mom and all of the above. I had twenty minutes to pack and as I threw everything in hoping not to forget something essential, I realized my little one just went down for a nap. I ran into his room but he was fast asleep. I patted his back gently told him that I love him and flew out the door. I was late. Nothing new but there was just a slight problem, LA traffic. I got to the airport a few minutes before boarding was going to start. As I was rushing to find the airport gate (of course they switched it last second and the other gate was located on the opposite side), I noticed a mom and a little toddler. Their interaction was so simple but sweet, made me miss my little one. The toddler was showing the mom that he needed to wash his hands, just like my little one rubs his palms together. I took a deep breath in and out and continued to my gate. I missed my little toddler.
As I sat down in the airplane next to the window, a rush of thoughts entered my head. What is my little one doing right now? What will he eat for dinner? What will he do tomorrow? I felt overwhelmed. I was excited to finally have a mini vacation and hang out with the girls for one of best friend’s bachelorette party but I felt like I was doing something wrong. A feeling of heaviness lingered around. GUILT had struck me. I was absolutely 100 % confident that he was in great hands spending the weekend with his dad, but I was disappointed that I didn’t have enough time during the week to be with him and now the weekend. When is there ever enough time for anything? Spending time with my little one is always a priority and these two weekends have been hectic. However, sometimes as a mom you just have to stop, push those horrible feelings aside that drive you with guilt, and know that you need some time for yourself as well. It’s like they always say on the plane, or in Virgin America’s case “sing” that you have to put your oxygen mask on first and then put it on your little one. I might be over exaggerating but if you don’t take care of yourself then who will take care of your little one if your not there? You need to have some time to yourself, and this was my time this weekend. To be a better mom, to be a better person you have to have ME TIME! Don’t let those feelings get to you. Just know that you are doing it to benefit you as well as your little one. Get out and do something for yourself whether it be a manicure/pedicure or a simple stroll outside. Take care of yourself so you can give that 110 % to your little one. I feel very lucky and blessed to have such a support system that I could be stress free on my mini getaway (after I pushed those thoughts out of my head of course).
How to be worry free on your next getaway: