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Every day missing Daddy a little bit more
By ella | March 22, 2005
Matthew has been away for nine nights now. Harry, who is a few days short of three and a quarter (that quarter makes all the difference you know) is increasingly missing his father when he goes away.
Before we came to France, Harry was going into near-meltdown over the fact that another night had come and Daddy still wasn’t home. (The excitement of France made him temporarily forget all about Daddy - the mind of a three year old, eh?)
Now we have been here for a few days and are settled into something of a routine, Harry is again becoming increasingly concerned that Daddy is not here at night. I explain as best I can, but the fact that Daddy will be here tomorrow seems to hold no weight with him. A future more than ten minutes away doesn’t really exist for a three year old. We have sobbing, cuddles, sometimes nightmares and eventually he falls asleep in my arms, holding me tight as if he can’t bear to let me go in case I, too, might not be there when he needs me.
It’s the first time I haven’t been able to wholly comfort my first born. It’s a hard moment for a mother.
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