Distance sucks.
My very first niece was born this morning and I am thousands of miles away waiting ever-so-not-patiently for a picture of her sweet, little face. I hate that I will only know her through pictures for the next few months. The babe and I are flying down to visit in December, but the time from now ’till then will be unbearable.
I remember this distinct feeling when my first nephew was born just 3, short years ago. I cried for days. I was heartbroken about being so far away and not being able to participate in his first days of life. It was much the same as this situation… he was 3 months old before we met in person. The good part was that when we did meet, we formed an unbreakable bond. I will forever be known as ‘Auntie K.’ No one on this earth can make it sound nearly as sweet as he does.
The babe is growing by leaps and bounds. I would still like to personally throttle the person who coined the phrase ‘the terrible two’s.’ They obviously weren’t the parent of a 15-18 month old! I swear these parenting books come up with this crap to keep all of us going onwards and upwards. If they told us at the beginning that we would straight from breastfeeding and sleepless nights right into temper tantrums and nap strikes, surely we wouldn’t have a human race to speak of. I was so looking forward to this ‘in between’ time. No such luck!
I still keep meaning to post on our real estate drama, but I just haven’t the energy for that story this evening. Stay tuned for that one.
