It was fun...but only for a little while

My little bugaboo is home while I sit here many miles away in Massachusetts.  I had the opportunity to feel like an independent woman, traveling without my little guy.  It was a strange feeling. I am a mama now, and having my son in tow is what I do.  But I've been playing Auntie for the last few days, giving lots of lovin' to my little nephew.  When I called home the first night, Daddy told me that Keegan was holding a train-track up to his ear like a phone; in the background I could hear his little voice saying, "mama, mama".  He was having fun, oblivious to the miles that separated us.  I was happy.  When I called home on the second night, Daddy's voice strained above Keegan's cries.  I immediately wanted to jump through the phone and scoop my little Scoobie Doo up in my arms.  Deep breath!  Daddy told me they were outside, Keegan naked, because he had a bad diaper rash. Keegan heard my voice on the phone and stopped crying just long enough to say "Mama?"  He was sad; I was sad.  When I called home the third night, the sound of voicemail picked up; no little voice to say "Mama".  I was hoping he was happy.  I was an independent woman; it was fun...but only for a little while!  Oh my little man, how I miss you so.