Every Thursday night, my son spends the night with his grandparents. We are very fortunate to have this help and support, and my son is incredibly lucky to have grandparents that live close by and want to spend as much time with him as possible.
But every Thursday evening, I do the same thing. I beat myself up about not having my son with me. I feel like a bad mom, like I don't do enough for my son, care for him enough or spend enough time with him. Last week I wanted to drive over, pick him up at midnight from his crib, and take him home. Could you imagine?!
Last night, I went through my same routine. I shuffled through old pictures of Grayson as a baby. I re-lived some of the fun and interesting moments with Grayson from the week.
And this morning, I woke up to this message from my husband: