Recently, I embarked on a solo adventure—boarding a plane all by myself. If you’re a parent who doesn’t travel for work, you can probably relate to how surreal this experience felt. As I stood in line to check in for my flight, I was pleasantly surprised not to be managing a squirming little one, nor did I have to deal with a wailing baby strapped to my chest. I hopped on the train to my terminal without any debates about hand hygiene or sticky little fingers. Just me, my bag, and the open skies ahead.
This mini-escape was made possible because my husband was attending a conference, and I managed to convince my parents to watch the kids. I booked a budget-friendly flight, packed my bags, and set off with the goal of catching up on work and writing—sans distractions.
Having not spent time away from my kids in a non-vacation setting since they were born, I was astounded by the things I began to remember about myself as each day unfolded.
- I’m actually fun. In a kid-free zone, there are no arguments over sugary snacks or reminders to wash hands properly.
- My vocabulary changes. I realized that words like “hiney” and “dilly-dally” had taken over my language since becoming a parent.
- I have my own thoughts. Real, uninterrupted thoughts that aren’t about fictional characters or imaginary dragons.
- No guilt about parenting. It was liberating not to worry about whether I was doing things right.
- My husband and I enjoy each other’s company. We could have full conversations without interruptions from eager kids wanting to share their latest antics.
- Dinner is delightful. I can eat my meal without bribing myself with dessert for every few bites.
- Life feels less dramatic. Time alone meant less crying and tantrums, which was refreshing.
- I can leave the house quickly. No more last-minute bathroom emergencies as I’m trying to get out the door.
- I love solo bathroom breaks. No more frantic calls for my attention or notes slipped under the door.
- Grown-up movies are fantastic. I actually had the energy to watch films that don’t feature talking animals.
- Silence is unusual. It was a shock to realize just how much noise children make until it was gone.
- Staying up late feels right. I remembered that I’m inherently a night owl, being a morning person only out of necessity.
- Self-monitoring is easier. I’m proud to say I’m quite good at keeping track of my own manners and hygiene.
- I like myself more without constant parenting. I’m much more enjoyable to be around when I’m not always mediating disputes or reminding kids of boundaries.
- I miss my kids. Above all, I realized how much I truly missed their sweet and chaotic presence. Their silly voices, tiny hands, and unique ways of speaking are irreplaceable. They provide endless entertainment and are the best choice I’ve ever made—though I must admit, the silence eventually became a little too much.
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In summary, a week without my kids allowed me to reconnect with myself in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I rediscovered my sense of fun, independence, and clarity, but ultimately found that my heart belongs with my little ones.
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