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What is your love language?
It turns out mine is GOING AWAY.
This has always been true, whether it was a weekend road trip out of town or an international jaunt somewhere. When I became a mom, I remember the very first week, handing Emily to Nathan and just heading straight out the door to WALK SOMEWHERE NOT HERE ALONE.
Don't worry. You won't wake up one day to a news story about a sudden mom disappearance because I've grown to love certain comforts in my old age. You know, like my bed and my bathtub and the fridge and OH YEAH my family.
However, every once in a while, I get that antsy feeling and the crazy eyes and Nathan clutches the children tightly and points (gently but firmly) to the door. And off I go, railing or pouting or stomping... only to return a few hours later, refreshed, uplifted, and ready for round 4978 of life.
Why does this work?
I don't know. Is it being alone? Going outside? Wearing the "I'm just an adult human doing human things/ not a mom" disguise? Hitting the reset button? Shutting my mouth and filling up my eyes?
Whatever it is, it's glorious.
Maybe this will change as my kids get older, but I doubt it. I'm aware that not everybody has this 'going away' thing but if you dig a little deeper, you'll find yours. Karaoke? Exercise? Quilting? Junking? Baking? Time with certain people? Scuba diving? Whatever you call it, it's in there.
So today, I am sitting in my favourite café in my favourite corner, watching people without supervising them and washing innumerable calories down with excellent coffee and, I repeat, it is glorious. It makes my soul sing.
Here's how it goes.
Wearing lipstick and pants at the same time makes me happy.
Driving alone in the car makes me happy.
Freedom makes me happy.
Looking at the scenery makes me happy.
Ordering a decadent dessert makes me happy.
Eavesdropping on all the conversations makes me happy (why do you think I'm a high school teacher?).
Reading beautiful words makes me happy.
Eating incredible things makes me happy.
Writing ideas down makes me happy.
My awesome husband makes me happy.
Those cute kids I birthed make me happy.
Going home makes me happy.
And just like that, I'm back in the game.
What makes your soul sing?