Waiting for this Saturday to arrive seemed interminable; not having my son around for an entire week might sound like bliss but not for us. Although we know he is in the best care and having a great time, we feel like a limb is missing. The house is too quiet and we miss him terribly. I wish we the parents could volunteer but we are not allowed, the counselors don't even allow cellphones or any type of electronics. Cameras are o.k. though but my boy is too busy with the activities to take photos. Thank Goodness for the daily pictures the counselors and nurses post.
I miss him so much!
At night, I had this huge void and this time around I've been waking up in the middle of the night thinking of him. When I came home from work, he's was not here to bring me my flip flops, to carry my books upstairs or to ask me if I had had a good day at work.
Saturday morning was not coming fast enough. I did have my moments of sadness with my boy being away. It's harder this time around for some reason I don't understand. I miss him a great deal and I feel this huge void in my day not having him around.