Scott and I are used to being apart. Several months after we got married, we relocated to Chicago. Because I was finishing my Master's classwork, I stayed in Columbia and Scott went ahead to settle our new home. We saw each other every other weekend or so; this lasted for six months. Scott also traveled quite a bit for the various positions he had at USCC. It was common for him to be gone for a couple weeks at a time. He's even traveled overseas without me. I always miss him, but I survive and hold down the fort when he's gone.Scott's recent trip to Jordan was a little different for me. I missed him...like crazy. The days seemed to drag by. It felt like he was gone for months instead of just two weeks. I felt the responsibility of being Cooper's sole parent here. My mom helped me with Cooper as she could, but at the end of the day, it was up to me to make sure he had what he needed. Scott just couldn't get home fast enough.
For those two weeks I kept thinking about people who are single parents because of divorce, death of a spouse or military service. I've always figured it was hard to be a single parent, but I have never given enough credit to people who have had to do it. If you are a single parent (or ever have been), my hat's off to you. You deserve a big hug. And a quiet evening to yourself. And some chocolate.
I am blessed...Scott returned safe and sound, and Cooper's tired face turned into a huge grin when he saw his daddy. I was a bit misty-eyed, and immediately warned Scott that I might be a bit clingy. It's funny what adding another human being into the mix does to you.
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