I Miss Beth
Beth’s away for the week with school. She’s in the Lakes on an outdoor pursuit holiday. She’ll be rock climbing, canoeing and orienteering! I know she’ll be having a great time and probably isn’t missing me at all….but I hate it. I miss her so much.
The house is so quiet without her. It feels unnatural to go to bed without kissing her goodnight and to wake up and not know if she’s ok. It’s worse because I can’t even talk to her. I feel like a piece of me is missing.
She must be ‘ok’ of course, or her teachers would have called us; but there’s a big difference between the kind of ok that a teacher, caring for a number of children might see and the kind of ok that a mum would look for. ‘Ok you aren’t injured, you’ve had dinner and you seem happy enough’.
I suppose it’s just another part of growing up and I have to deal with it. She looked so strange, tootling off with her giant suitcase full of outdoorsy stuff, wearing a fluorescent pink chunky knit jumper and giant bow in her hair! She was so ‘Beth’ 🙂
I managed not to cry (as per her request) when we said goodbye on Monday (although a couple of other mothers didn’t!) and I’m keeping myself busy. But I’m starting to think that Phill and I should’ve just gone away somewhere to distract ourselves!!
Please tell me I’m not just a big baby and that everyone feels a bit lost when their children away? Or am I just a ridiculous woman who needs to pull herself together? Haha!