So, after nearly 3 weeks, my 12 year old is coming home! He's been in Peru with Albert, Jen and Cole and I have only gotten to skype with him once. I must admit, I had mixed feelings about this trip. On the one hand, I truly wanted him to go with his Dad and experience the place where Albert was born and raised for the the first 6 years of his life, but on the other hand, I wanted to experience it with them.
The joys of having a blended family that gets along far outweigh the negative, but one of the big challenges for me has always been that Sebastian leads this whole other life. One of which I am not a part of. It was a lot harder at 3 years old to send him to Albert's house three times a week than it is today, but sending him all the way to Peru for three weeks was not really a cakewalk for me. If something would happen, there would be no way for me to get there quickly.
In addition, I will be hearing all of their adventures second hand, and probably with a lot less enthusiasm than at the time he was experiencing them as most likely Sebastian will just want to relax and not "over exert" himself by retelling amazing stories. Oh well.
I will still wait with eager anticipation for them to come home and I truly can't wait to give both Sebastian and Cole huge hugs. Thank God Sebastian still let's me hug and kiss him. For a 12 year old kid, he is pretty amazing in that way. Plus, having Emma to myself these past weeks, while being wonderful, has been quite exhausting! She really misses her brothers and relies on them to keep her entertained. As do we! Hurry home already!