Okay...I'm dying here. I thought sending Tatum to my parents for the week would be great. No responsibilities and no worries, but I hate it. As much work as it is to be a parent, it's my life now and I feel a little lost without my little man by my side. I guess it's good for both of us - we all need a little change and he needs to have time alone with his grandparents - it's just harder on me and Mike than we thought. Some of my best memories from my childhood are the summer days with my grandparents. And now that I only have my grammy left, I am so thankful that my parents let me go spend time with them alone. I want the same for Tatum so I know there is a greater good in all of this...it just stinks in the moment. I miss him, but he will return tomorrow and then life will be 'normal' again. So when he is in one of his 5 minute dissertations on why he needs 2 foods, not 1 and how his energy will be or some tangent about a place in his imagination, I just need to remember this moment and love him even more.
Today at Bible school was water day. They had a big water slide that Tatum was a little unsure of. One of the high school guys went down with him the first time and then Tatum decided he could do it alone. I have to admit I'm surprised because he is not a risk taker, but I'm happy to see that he participated.
