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One of my friends used to lament to me that “everyone aspires to be a business traveler–until they get their wish.”  I have to say that I agree with that statement for the most part.  Something struck me two trips ago, however, that I have to share with my fellow parents and wives (working, stay-at-home or somewhere in between):  There is great blessing in being alone.  Sounds crazy, but hear me out.  I am not talking about being lonely.  I am talking about having time alone.  And by “alone”, I mean without your family.  You can be surrounded by thousands of people, in the middle of Times Square, and still be this particular type of “alone.” I can almost hear your maternal gasps of horror from here.  Relax.  You can be Supermom and admit that you need time to yourself, away from your spouse and your little Dewdrops from Heaven.

When I travel for work, my second goal, aside from providing value to my employer, is to see/do/find/taste/experience something new.  I have visited Prairie Dog Town and the Buddy Holly museum in Lubbock, Texas; I have rigorously taste-tested gelato all over Little Italy in NYC; I’ve walked the Freedom Trail in Boston; explored cemeteries in New Orleans– you get the idea.  If there is a “World’s Biggest” or “Guinness Record Holding” something in a city I am scheduled to visit for work, I’m there, iPhone in hand, photo-documenting every bit of it.  If you have to leave your family, manage the childcare jigsaw puzzle, and suffer through the delight that is traveling by plane in 2014, why not make the most of it?

About a month ago, I had to travel to LA.  As usual, I spent a few minutes on Trip Advisor, researching the area in which I would be staying, and discovered that Redondo Beach was a) where they filmed the TV show “Baywatch” and b) that there had been an unusual number of great white shark sightings lately.  Sold!  Alas, I didn’t see any sharks, but as I was catching up on emails from the beach, I looked around at the vacationing families and laughing children, and was hit with a surge of love for my own family, which was immediately followed by the realization of how desperately I need my sporadic alone times.

In the summers, we have all five of our kiddos every other week (and two every week).  I am so grateful for the extra time as a family of seven, and I wouldn’t trade one day of the crazy, ear-splitting loudness.  However, I have to sheepishly admit that sometimes it just feels like too much while I am living in it.  We’ve all had our moments of martyrdom, where being the mom, the maid, the chauffer, the bank, the personal attendant, the provider, the referee, the counselor and the disciplinarian feels like it is going to crush you.  I had plenty of those moments this summer.  More than I would even like to admit.  However, sitting on that beach in LA, I realized just how much I desperately love and need each member of our crazy family.  Distance and separation have a way of bringing clarity to your heart and mind in a way that counseling and Prozac never could!  If you are in the middle of one of the “crazy moments”, where it’s all just too much, I would encourage you to find some creative ways to give yourself the gift of a little smidge of distance.  It’s medicinal, and it works.

If you don’t have the sort of vocation that calls for periodic jaunts to the 4 corners of Earth, here are a few ideas:

1) Don’t undervalue the healing power of a few moments with a friend.  Doesn’t have to be out of town– make time to have coffee or dinner with that one person to whom you can be completely honest about how crazy you feel at the moment, get it out, and then enjoy the perspective that only distance can provide.

2) Take time for something that is just for you. A fitness or art class, or a cup of coffee and people watching–whatever it is, schedule it into your calendar like an appointment and set the expectation with your family that this thing is just as important as a medical checkup or work obligation.  You’ve heard that “if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy”, right?  Truth.  Everyone will benefit from your rabid insistence that they honor your “alone” time.  Do not feel guilty about this (and do as I say, not as I do while you’re at it…).

3) If you do travel for your job, I encourage you to step outside of the hassle of it all the next time you go somewhere, and breathe in the sights and experiences around you.  Take note of the good and the bad.  Enjoy the strangeness of navigating a new place by yourself and on your schedule.  Let yourself miss your family, and enjoy the opportunity to miss them.

It’s such a strange dichotomy to let yourself bask in the chance to be independent of your mom-ness and wife-ness for a moment, but for your heart to long for your family.  That is the blessing of being alone.  I am grateful for the distance that allows me to refocus on what is most important in my life, and return to it with a renewed spirit and mind and with gratitude for being trusted with the exact life I have been given.  I hope you can use your “alone” for the same purpose.