Thanks to some wonderful ladies, I escaped for the weekend. Actually, if you want to get technical about it, I escaped for 33 hours. A friend had access to a (free!) beach condo for the weekend. It’s not summer and I had no particular desire to go to the beach. But I have a toddler, and getting ANY alone time while in the same house as him can be quite the challenge. I had initial doubts about taking the time for me – it seems so selfish in a lot of ways. How dare I spend the majority of my weekend away from my child? And how would he manage without me – and only his, gulp, father to watch him?! But I told that little voice to be quiet, and I headed off to the beach first thing Saturday morning.
This escape did wonders for me. There is something so liberating about getting away, even for a few hours, and knowing that no one is going to be right there, every moment, needing something. And it feels good, as a mom, to have the courage to take that time for myself. To say, hey, I deserve a break and I shouldn’t feel guilty about wanting to take that break.
The weekend was not spent out partying (as it might have been if I was a bit younger). All the women I went on this trip with are quilters and crafters. We all brought our sewing machines and projects and got to work, glasses of wine in hand. So maybe a little bit of partying. 😉 We chatted and shared our best quilting tips and tricks. We ate leisurely – and fattening – meals. We took our time perusing a quilting shop we had never been to before, and spending a bit of money in the process. We focused on ourselves and recharged our batteries. And yes, we talked about our families. We shared those little things that make us proud of our children, the stories that make us beam from ear to ear. We enjoyed every minute of it and then, with just as much excitement and anticipation as we had at the beginning of the trip, we each headed home to our families.
I always miss my son when I am away, and I am always happy to head home to him. And I am just starting to figure out how to really enjoy the time away without worrying about him (at least not too much). I think this weekend was a good start.
How do you recharge, even if you can’t get away for an entire weekend?