I’m traveling for work this week, nine days of business obligations and of being on-the-go. This is the longest I’ve been away from the kids, and I’m all the way on the other side of the country. My son, as I said good-bye, hugged me and said, “Don’t forget my snuggles, Mommy.” (Cue, the awwwwws.) My daughter, captivated by the iPad, gave a little wave as I got in the taxi to the airport but otherwise my departure seemed uneventful to her.
If I was missing my loved ones so much, I wondered how my colleagues–I’m traveling with 99% of my office–were faring, so I did a little survey. I asked them what was going on back home, how their loved ones were doing. The positive news for my colleagues is those with significant others are being missed. It’s not fun to miss someone but it is good to be missed. The interesting news was that my coworkers, all of whom are women, are the chief organizers and conveners in their relationships, so our at-home husbands, fiancees, and boyfriends are searching for things to do without us and many of them–both those with kids and those without–went home to Mom. Doesn’t matter how old we get, I guess, we need our Moms.