When They Leave
How do we fit a lifetime into a weekend?
It seems our time with them is filled with too many goodbyes and not enough good mornings.
Rooms that were filled with laughter and play are eerily quiet until again, they come to stay.
Closets are filled with clothes that get outgrown too quickly. Time…the thief of all joy. We can’t slow it down, yet it seems to get faster and faster.
Our lives are spent waiting for their return. We live in 2-week intervals.
How do we fit a lifetime into a weekend? How do we make enough memories for them to carry until we see them again? They always leave too soon and we’re left eagerly awaiting their return.
Being the “other house” is lonely and quiet; especially when we’re left with the daily reminders of unused toys and unworn shoes by the door.
We know their little hearts are torn between two houses and we would give everything for it to not be that way. We would give anything if they could just stay. When they leave, they unknowingly take a piece of our hearts with them. We’re only whole when they return again.
Being with one parent means they have to miss the other. What turmoil their little hearts and minds must be in.
