As is the case with most moms, my children are never far from my thoughts. Even when I go somewhere without them, I'll catch my eyes darting around the room to check on their whereabouts before remembering I'm traveling solo.
The same is with our newest little dude. He is constantly on my mind and his absense weighs on my heart. That was the case this morning. I was thinking about our little guy while driving to Pre-School when I heard the impassioned plea of our 4yo... "Mommy, can you go get _______?" (insert his name in the blank)
If a heart breaking was audible, you'd have heard mine. I choked out an answer as best I could. How do I explain in toddler terms all has to be accomplished in order for his brother to come home? These are children whose concept of time is defined by the 'number of sleeps' until an event occurs.
While I have faith that we one day will bring our little guy home, I am keenly aware that each of those 'sleeps' until then I will only be able to kiss 2 of my 3 boys goodnight.