Once we got back from our Thanksgiving trip to Nonna and Papa’s in Alabama, as we were walking through the front door of our house, I put my arm around your shoulder and said, “You did so good on the trip. I am really proud of you.”
As I was saying those words, it’s like it hit me all at once: You were so independent. You didn’t really need me for much the whole time. I didn’t have to worry about you.
Though I was in the same house as you, and often the same room, you and I were interacting with other family members instead of each other; compared to the norm.
So you and I didn’t really have much quality time together, though we did with other members of the family who we don’t see as often.
We did the right thing. After all, the holidays is for catching up with people you don’t see as often.
Yet, I suppose I still somehow experienced some guilt over it. Because as we settled back in after Thanksgiving, I realized how much of my time is required by your sister Holly.
For me to be a good husband and good parent, I have to be holding a baby most of the time we are all together at the house. While I am proud to take care of your sister, I recognize that the days of you and I just being able to hang out anytime are sort of on hold for right now.
Before your sister was born, we could just easily run upstairs and watch a stupid movie together or go outside for a hike.
But these days, my mobility is greatly restricted by me taking care of your sister while Mommy concentrates on the majority of the housework; like cooking and laundry.
I miss our time together. Things will eventually get back closer to how they were before. But honestly, I think it will be another 5 months or so, when your sister turns a year old.
You’re such a good kid. I don’t want to miss out on truly living every minute I can with you.