As you may recall, I took off four days from work and visited my sister and her husband in NYC this past weekend. While I was feeling the pangs of mother's guilt prior to leaving, I was actually surprised that I didn't feel much of it during the trip.
Yes, I missed my children and thought about them quite a bit. But the person I missed the most was my husband. As much as I love our life as parents, I miss having time with him. I miss having breakfast and chatting about the day, watching the news together, having lunch at a local bar, going to the movies and out to dinner at night, going on long mountain bike rides during the weekend. I miss our time.
While in NYC, I took a little respite from mommyhood and enjoyed rare treats like sleeping in, going out to drinks and dinner every night, shopping, and walking about with just my light purse in town. I kept wishing Alain was there with me to share that special time with him. It's been over 3 years since we became parents and we enjoy it so much. We've grown, learned and changed and we share something incredibly special - our children.
But I do not want to let go of our time. Maybe get a little bit in each day, and a weekend here and there. Not to take us back to where we were, because I think neither one of us would ever want to go back to when it was just the two of us. Just to make sure we keep a little us, within the all of us.