Just got off the phone with Mj, he's sitting in the plane on the tarmac in Nashville.
I've been holding my breathe since I saw his plane take of and was strictly forbidden by our faithful little soldier to cry or blubber on him in public and NOT TO WORRY because everything would be fine.
When he called, my heart about jumped out of my throat...I asked him if he was ok, how was the flight, any turbulence...were you nervous? Are you ok? Was everyone nice to you?
"Mom, I had peanuts and sprite. The flight was fine and everything is fine. I have to go, I'll call you later!"
How is it fair that Mom's get to have the heart attacks and kids get to have all the fun? I am sort of breathing now. Sort of.
You've got to wonder how these parents who have to send there kids all over creation to spend time with the other parent must feel. yuck.
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My consoling thoughts are focused on what makes the boys happy. They love their dad, and their dog - and their friends... They love me, too.
My kids are very independent, always have been - They lived with me every day of their lives when they were little. But boys just get to a point where they want to be with their dad. That's just the way life goes. I'm cool with it, my ex is a good guy - and my kids are great :)
Not every difficult situation has to be bad, mind over matter!
Aw P, that wasn't very sensetive of me was it? I honestly didn't even think about that with your boys...you guys have a very good situation and I know that.
I was honestly thinking about how hard it must've been for my Mom to put me on a plane to spend the summer w/ my Dad. That must've been hard. It was for both of us.
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