The pains of being a weekend father is undoubtedly real, but one learns to cope, even enhance the unintended consequences like being able to engage with the children more strategically (pretending not to know of their daily misdeeds). But it's the wife that suffers most... And over time having got accustomed to it, is quite happy she is the queen AND king of all she surveys at home :)
Thankfully, being away is not like in the past. One is still very much connected: the daughter's Instagram, the son's Facebook and of course daily calls with the wife and when the mood catches her, I get one of those really warm fuzzy emails about the home. These notes reminds me of our many hundreds of letters penned while maintaining our 5-year long distance relationship when we were dating while I was posted to Thailand and Vietnam.
So, even though we both like to hark back to nostalgic times, the modern age isn't all that bad. The kids may not be as happening now, but at least they are Apping, to paraphrase the good wife.
Still, when the plane approaches Singapore, my heart skips a beat for I am but a few minutes away from my hearth and home.
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