Griffin and I are rocking in his room before bed, snuggling close. I rub his back while he rests his head against my shoulder, tucked into my neck. We rock back and forth in silence for a few minutes.
Griffin slowly lifts his head, catches my eye and says softly, "I'm happy now Mommy."
"You are?" I reply smiling, "I like when you're happy G."
"I am. Happy!" He smiles sadly and continues, "I was sad when you were gone. Just sad."
Ouch. He gave me a nice heaping dose of mommy guilt with that little dig.
The boys definitely have a tough time whenever I travel, which truly isn't often. I could probably count the number of times I have been away on my fingers. It seemed this time Griffin seemed to have the worst time adjusting to my absence. I returned to a needier and much more emotional Griffin. He clutched my legs when I had to leave to go to work and sobbed, begging me "not to go." He also told my mom to "go home" when she was at our house, fearful that she was there to babysit him. He needs to know where I am in the house at all times or he gets really agitated.
But he's happy now. Happy.
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