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Re: Ochi -Ochigals Trip Report Dec. 27-Jan. 8
That night, BF comes by after we get back from PJ's. Kyle has fallen asleep on the couch so BF sits down next to him and just watches him sleep. I cant look...I can almost feel the heartache BF is feeling.
Its funny, we may not be together as a couple anymore...but the one thing we always had when we were together was a psychic type connection. Tonight...I can feel his pain. The pain and regrets he has that he isnt more a part of Kyles life. I finally have to tell him to stop...cause hes breaking my heart.
He carries Kyle up to bed then comes back down stairs. We talk for hours. About all our past and what to do about the future. I even go so far as to offer to move back to JA just so he and Kyle can be together. But he reminds me of all the reasons why I left and why we decided it was the best thing to do. All those reasons still exist. So as hard as it was, I agree. Tomorrow we will leave AGAIN. That night...again...BF goes home to sleep.
He comes back early the next morning. We have some breakfast. Him and Kyle sit upstairs on the bed and talk and laugh and play some gmaes...then its time for BF to go to work. We walk him to his car. He gives me a hug. We dont even make eye contact. He picks up kyle and hugs him for a long time. Then finally he looks me in the eye and all he can do is mouth the word THANKS!. It was all he had to say.
Him and kyle do their best to say goodbye with smiles...they do their little handshake they madeup while there. Then he gets in his car and start to drive off. I start to cry and dont want Kyle to see me so I walk ahead into the lobby. Then I hear it....a shakey little voice say "mommy..." I turn to see Kyle face...chin quivering...eyes huge and starting to water up...thats all it took. I didnt hold back. We both just stood there and let the tears come. The poor ladies at the desk didnt know what to do. They just handed me a kleenex.
We clean up our faces, go up to our room and finish packing. Beatrice and Carl are taking us to JA Grande to catch the bus to the airport.
As we get on the bus, we seem to be fine...but as we drive we cry some more. then as the plane takes off from Montego Bay,Kyle is just staring out the window...I hear him whisper "bye Jamaica" and I cry some more. It basically was one of the most painful flights I have ever had.
Kyle cried off and on most the flights. I was worried that he would have a hard time once we got home...but ya know...Kids are great. They love and need their routines. The next day...as I sat at work and worried about him...he was at school, eating lunch with his freinds, playing basketball at recess...just back in his normal routine. He still misses his dad...but there are no more tears. He is a great child, a strong and proud Jamaican.
I am blessed!
That night, BF comes by after we get back from PJ's. Kyle has fallen asleep on the couch so BF sits down next to him and just watches him sleep. I cant look...I can almost feel the heartache BF is feeling.
Its funny, we may not be together as a couple anymore...but the one thing we always had when we were together was a psychic type connection. Tonight...I can feel his pain. The pain and regrets he has that he isnt more a part of Kyles life. I finally have to tell him to stop...cause hes breaking my heart.
He carries Kyle up to bed then comes back down stairs. We talk for hours. About all our past and what to do about the future. I even go so far as to offer to move back to JA just so he and Kyle can be together. But he reminds me of all the reasons why I left and why we decided it was the best thing to do. All those reasons still exist. So as hard as it was, I agree. Tomorrow we will leave AGAIN. That night...again...BF goes home to sleep.
He comes back early the next morning. We have some breakfast. Him and Kyle sit upstairs on the bed and talk and laugh and play some gmaes...then its time for BF to go to work. We walk him to his car. He gives me a hug. We dont even make eye contact. He picks up kyle and hugs him for a long time. Then finally he looks me in the eye and all he can do is mouth the word THANKS!. It was all he had to say.
Him and kyle do their best to say goodbye with smiles...they do their little handshake they madeup while there. Then he gets in his car and start to drive off. I start to cry and dont want Kyle to see me so I walk ahead into the lobby. Then I hear it....a shakey little voice say "mommy..." I turn to see Kyle face...chin quivering...eyes huge and starting to water up...thats all it took. I didnt hold back. We both just stood there and let the tears come. The poor ladies at the desk didnt know what to do. They just handed me a kleenex.
We clean up our faces, go up to our room and finish packing. Beatrice and Carl are taking us to JA Grande to catch the bus to the airport.
As we get on the bus, we seem to be fine...but as we drive we cry some more. then as the plane takes off from Montego Bay,Kyle is just staring out the window...I hear him whisper "bye Jamaica" and I cry some more. It basically was one of the most painful flights I have ever had.
Kyle cried off and on most the flights. I was worried that he would have a hard time once we got home...but ya know...Kids are great. They love and need their routines. The next day...as I sat at work and worried about him...he was at school, eating lunch with his freinds, playing basketball at recess...just back in his normal routine. He still misses his dad...but there are no more tears. He is a great child, a strong and proud Jamaican.
I am blessed!
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