In anticipation for our upcoming China trip, yesterday was the melt down day. There were tears from 3 p.m. until bedtime (except for a period during supper when we were too busy eating to cry). As I picked Conleigh up for some time in the rocker before supper, she finally said to me "I don't want you to go." Her big eyes deeply stared at me, turning into watery pools of liquid brown. Later, at bedtime, Kenson asked why we had to go to China and then asked how long we would be gone. When I answered 14 days, he solemnly said, "That's a long time." (And then I left and made D finish bedtime because I was of course crying.)
I am so thankful for those who will be taking care of my kids while I am gone. My aunt, my mom, and my friend, Jerri have stepped up to stand in the gap for us and I know all three will be sensitive to my kids tender hearts. I know my kids will be loved and well cared for in our absence. That is a blessing.
And for adoptive moms those words "I don't want you to go." are also a blessing. It means my daughter needs me. It means she longs for me. It means that we are a permanent deal that she doesn't want to lose. That is a blessing indeed, the first time I've heard her say such words.