Let me pass out the bowls of ice cream. Emotional eating only works when its a group effort. Otherwise it sucks.
As a kid, I looked forward to the summer break from school. It means FUN. Think Judy Moody and the Not so Bummer Summer type of fun. Huge summer dreams of late night camp fires roasting marshmallows, amusement parks, sprinklers, ice cream and camping trips.
But as a parent – I’ve realized it’s not all fun and games.
How’s that ice cream tasting? I need another helping.
My oldest daughter is on an adventure – a week long trip where she’ll experience things I’ve never done – and I’m jealous. But more than that, I’m sad. I kept a brave face when I dropped her off at the airport, but it wasn’t until afterwards I let the tears flow.
I think it’s amazing she’s on this trip. I know she’ll have fun and will build memories to last a lifetime – that’s what these trips are about, aren’t they?
But it’s the saying goodbye part I can’t handle. I’m such a wimp that way. I cry. At movies, tv shows, in books – anytime there’s a goodbye scene. Can’t do it.
So I didn’t. My daughter even didn’t say it. We just hugged, kissed and whispered I love you to each other. The words goodbye never left our lips.
How do you handle it? Are you like me and delve into your chocolate or ice cream so that you DON’T have to handle it or do you give in and let the tears flow?
This crying mom needs to know.
Remember, in the end, all things succumb to chocolate!
If you’re a lover of romance, I hope you’ll pick up on of my books where I write under the name of Anya Winter. Be sure to fall in love with The Master, Stampede Fever (Stampede Sizzlers) and The Blindfold!