If ever I had any doubts as to my place in my son’s priorities, they were quashed this morning.
Hubby is taking a sick day today, so I got to drop Sammy off at daycare solo. He was fine getting out of the car, fine climbing up the concrete steps towards the church, and fine going down the hallway towards the daycare room. But then he got the look on his face as if I were leaving him forever. He didn’t want to go into the room (I had to carry him) and just wanted to hug me and not let me go.
Then the head teacher brought out the box of the big Thomas train track. Immediately, my son forgets that I even exist and runs as fast as his little legs can carry him to the box. Keep in mind that she hadn’t actually taken the toy out of the box yet.
When last we saw little Sammy, he was drooling over the box, not even acknowledging my “Bye-byes” as I head out.
<sigh> The fickleness of toddlers.