Honeysuckle Air: A Train Ride

When my young sons and I left their dad in Houston after he accepted a job there, we returned to Oklahoma City to finish the school year before moving to Texas. The trip brought me tears and the realization that the role of parenting and managing the household was all on me.

We rode a train today. We went home, and away from home. Daddy said bye.

My preschooler said bye a hundred times. “He’s the best daddy in the whole world.”

My second grader was very quiet but focused his eyes on his dad and sometimes looked at me or away.

Mother had a few tears that kept sneaking down on my face now and then amidst explaining for the fourth time the complex pattern of events that necessitated such winsome tastes in all our hearts.

My preschooler knocked on the window for the umpteenth time and Daddy looked up: “I like you a lot Daddy.”
After a few more waves by both boys, my younger child looked to me and said wistfully, “Daddy will miss us” seeming at once to be saying the reverse.

As their Daddy took glances–darting to stay off the pain of too much feeling–I thought how it would pass–for pain was part of the package…and so is the other and better thing — that summer of the planned reuniting.

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Copyright 2016 by Hildra Tague. Obtain permission for use online or in print.

 

 

 

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About grantutor

Career educator in both public and private schools. Has tutored all ages. Writes about education, parenting, & seniors. Sings harmony with folk/rock group and a choir. Caregiver for spouse who dealt with Stage IV cancer. Happy person committed to nature and conservation of a green world.
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