every other weekend i have to send dash with his dad.
its been fifteen months since he started spending the night away for the weekends and i'm still not ok with it.
i get physically ill every time.
even though i tell myself he is safe. and i have no choice.
my tummy knows better.
dash is happy to go.
and he returns no worse for the wear.
but i'll never get over it.
i'm his momma, its my job to worry.
i miss him when he's sleeping in the other room, so when he is away, my heart aches.
i know i made the choice for this consequence.
and i stand firmly behind it.
i know overall, this is best.
but still. i wish it wasn't this way.
what matters most is that dash is happy and healthy.
he is.
so i will enjoy our momma & dash date day.
i will be present in every moment i have.
i will be sure i send him off knowing i am here waiting for his safe return.
and i will begin my count down to sunday.
and be so so grateful for all of the days that are mine all mine.
