My grandson will be going to daycare on Monday for the first time ever. His mother will be attending college classes and he will be attending the daycare on campus. I don't think Cait knows what might hit on Monday when she turns to leave for class.
Maybe I am wrong.
I don't think so.
I remember when I left her with Darlene. A wonderful, grandmotherly woman who doted upon Caitlin as she would her own. A perfect place for my daughter. I knew that.
Didn't matter.
I wept all the way to work and had to sit in the car for approximately 15 - 20 minutes to pull it together.
I called every hour to make sure all was well. Thank God Darlene was patient. Cait did well. Her mother? Not so much.
It took a week to get used to the idea, the fact. Cait and Darlene took maybe an hour and life was grand.
But at least she will be close. She can check. She can hold him and know he has not forgotten her.
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