Reuniting With My Son: Two Emotional Weeks Apart and the Softness of Coming Home

Reuniting With My Son: Two Emotional Weeks Apart and the Softness of Coming Home

It’s been two weeks since I arrived in Germany — and two weeks since I last held Kato in my arms.

There were moments in this time that felt still and nourishing, and others that felt overwhelmingly raw. Being without him stretched my heart in ways I can’t quite put into words. But today — finally — I get to see him again.

And with that, a new chapter begins.

The past two weeks have held so many layers. There were long, quiet hours where I simply sat with myself — sometimes journaling, sometimes crying, sometimes just watching the light shift through the trees outside my window.

I spent time with family I haven’t seen in years. We talked — really talked. About the past, about how things were, about our roots and what shaped us. I opened up in ways I haven’t in a long time, and that vulnerability brought its own kind of healing.

There was space for softness.
For silence.
For remembering who I am beneath everything I carry.

I didn’t create much. I didn’t push myself. I just allowed.
And somehow, in the allowing, I feel like something quietly rearranged inside me.

Today, I get to hold my son again. We’ll be spending the next two weeks together with my family, and I’m already picturing the joy in his face when he runs into my arms. It will be emotional, grounding, and full of those little moments I’ve missed so deeply.

I’m bringing all the calm and clarity of the last two weeks with me. I feel stronger. Not in a loud or shiny way — but in that deep, steady way that comes when you’ve truly sat with yourself.

Thank you for reading, for walking this path with me, and for holding space for both the tenderness and the joy.

With love,
Sophie