i miss my son. i think he's grown so much since i've seen him last. i hate missing seeing and experiencing all those new things he can do. i miss hearing him say "mommy i love you." i console myself with the thought that it's only going to be a few more weeks before i can hug and kiss him again, smell his hair, hear his laughter, sleep beside him, and just...watch him grow...went back to the barrio for a while. but unforeseen circumstances made me leave it once again.
i miss my husband and son terribly. but i cannot go back just yet. too many responsibilities. and they cannot come here yet either.
somebody asked me don't i think i have too much on my plate. i guess so. but it's not that. i just have too little in my wallet.
being with child again, there are things one has to do. and not do, for that matter. for example, go back home.
but i kind of feel one's home is not where one is, or where one resides. my home is my family, wherever they are. and even if we are not together right now, i feel very close to him. we are closer now than we have ever been. our physical distance has brought us even more together. and that is what i hang on to. the strength and courage of a man who loves me deeply, without condition, without exception, with respect, love and trust.
i feel so blessed with a man like him in my life.