Elizabeth missed her dada so much while he was away. In fact I didn’t really notice how badly she missed him while he was gone. She wasn’t fussy or asking about him in any unusual ways; sadly it’s common for them to miss each other even when he does come home after work. He simply leaves for work before she’s awake in the morning and comes home after she’s in bed again; to her, he wasn’t home that day.
I had no idea when he was going to be coming home; in fact I thought it was going to be the following day. Out of nowhere I saw him pull into the driveway and told Elizabeth “let’s go outside, dada’s home!” Instantly she ran toward the front door which was conveniently open as it has been beautiful mid-70’s weather lately. Later in the afternoon while we were at dinner to celebrate dad being home Elizabeth would not let him go. We set her up in a booster seat, which is also a first, but she just wanted to be held by him and cuddle. When Elizabeth cuddles she rests her chin on your shoulder and pats your back; it’s seriously the cutest thing. Being held by dada was the only thing she wanted the entire evening, and the following day. It was so sweet to see, and I cannot get over it.
Since then, she has gone back to the normal routine of sometimes seeing him during lunch, sometimes not at all, we’re so unbelievably blessed that she is easy going and not really bothered by the unpredictable schedule
yet. She is arriving at the age where she will be impacted by his being gone for days, weeks, and God forbid, months. We’ve been very self-sufficient in maintaining the home and our lives together (with Alodia, too). Not much changes in our routines and habits when he leaves nor when he returns. As a family we kind of just fit him into the rythmic works of our everyday lives.
As heartbreaking as it will be to see her sadness when he is absent, celebrating his returns will be worth it.