It was a little sad dropping Kiddo off at summer camp this morning.
Her BFF had been staying with us for her last three days in Qatar. For three glorious days our house was a hustling, bustling madhouse of little people, with 4 kids ages 10 months to 9 years prancing about, dancing, crawling, crying, laughing, squealing. There were lots of runny noses, some random vomit and diarrhoea, hot dogs and 3 types of Ben N' Jerry's ice cream (perhaps the culprit of said vomitus). It was a 3-day sleepover, a first in our household. Kiddo was over the moon.
It was beautiful. We are so lucky. We got to spend 3 days with a family of five we've come to love over the last four and a half years.
But it's real quiet at home this morning. That family of five left at 4:15 a.m. We got up to wish them a safe trip, gave a few last hugs, and off they went, family in one car, bags in the other. As I write this, they are a quarter of the way to where they're headed.
So I wasn't dropping Kiddo and BFF off at summer camp today. Nope. It was just Kiddo. She didn't really want to go, but seemed quite happy once she was there. As we walked in, I told her I was proud of her for facing the day even though she missed BFF. And I assured her that BFF was still 'right there' (tapping her heart as I said it).
And she smiled sadly and turned those beautiful blue eyes of hers to mine, and said: 'Maman, I've figured out why my heart sits on the left side of my chest.'
'Why?' I asked.
'Because I need a spot for everything I love, especially once they've left.'
Then she giggled a little. And that spot on the left of my chest grew tight.
These are the things my Kiddo teaches me. These are the moments I realise how much this little miracle with the big blue eyes has filled that spot on the left of my chest.