ready set go

i'm sitting at the pbi terminal on my way to meet my son again. in kid time, a month can be a life altering eternity, especially if said kid has been commuting between sayrville (fastfact: home of bon jovi), brooklyn and manhattan. i cant imagine fair nik's reaction upon returning to florida; i heard he's adjusted to inner city pressure quite well. he just told told me he's walking around williamsburg "williamsburger is my favorite restaurant mom,"taking in the grittiness gentrified, while i wait to get on a plane surrounded by the accents that will stay with me for the next ten days.

for this poorly planned trip i only have one objective. i want to go to bed and wake up everyday next to one P to tha D. oh that hubby of mine; being geographically apart has made us better partners, better parents and better friends.

the annoying girl next to me is singing high school musical (fastfact:overproduced disney bs); she's animated, annoying, and a little to old to be behaving like this. she looks 18. "oooh my gawd, take a pichure wit my iphone! at the airport! in palm beach!" which incidentally is the most vanilla airport i've ever come across. it could be worse; i could be sitting in miami.

shit! we are boarding and there is an unusual number of kids on the flight. every single one of them travelling with a nintendo and loaded with sugary snacks. what are their parents thinking?! what happened to fucking books!?aren't these kids the ones suppossed to save print?

but back to nik, the one who started it all, the crazy journey. if someone would have told me that i would scratch the surface, find myself, through motherhood, i would have spit.

blerg! bitch still singing! if i strangle her, will i be arrested or will i be a hero? maybe they would insist i ride on the pilots' lap. maybe he looks like don draper!

again, momsville, focus. i was nikless for weeks and have hardly missed him. i was able to love on baby A like never before, without the jealous eyes of the older child peering through doorways, watching my moves, counting my kisses, comparing. i've been able to whisper secrets, sing original songs, take early walks on the beach and float away in the wave-less ocean. all of this in the company of my current number one fan. soon enough he'll be doubting me like nik, second guessing, hanging on to dad's every word and i will become second best.

they just called me. i'm ready to meet the sprite, to kiss the freckle on the tip of his nose and run my hands through his greasy hair. and for the next couple of days we'll enjoy life as it was, the three of us, nostalgic, silently wishing that the bambino were among us.