Thursday, 14 October 2010
Last Sunday, on 10.10.10, I had to travel to Brussels for work. It was the first time since baby L. was born that I left him for more than 24hrs. My spirits were so low that weekend at the thought of leaving him; and for having to do it for the first time by obligation, not by choice. But in the end, the two and a half days away from him were not as hard as I imagined. In fact, I found my old self again and it felt good. Not that I had any time to catch up on things, but to simply have no obligations other than work for a couple of days was pleasant. Still, by the time my meeting ended, I was oh so ready to leave the business world behind and return home to my loving boys who were waiting for me. As I walked through the door, L. looked at me in disbelief and took half a second to grasp his mummy was back. When he realised it was me, he grinned from ear to ear and started energetically bouncing in his high chair with his arms wide open. I picked him up and he threw his arms around my neck, squeezed me tightly and 'kissed' me over and over. It was magically wonderful and I would go on that business trip again (by choice) just to relive that moment.