I just left my baby at school.
I took her picture, kissed her and walked out the door.
As I got out to the parking lot, I felt lost, like I’d left something behind. Then the waterworks started. I was so caught off-guard. I’ve left her with babysitters a hundred times with no problem. There have been days a sitter shows up and I’m all PEACE, I’M OUTTA HERE.
But today? Today I sort of want to run back in there and get her.
I’ve known for nine months that she was going to school today. NINE months. I’ve made plans, daydreamed of all the things I could do and accomplish in the 5.5 hours I’ll have a week while the kids are in school. But now, at the coffee shop, I’m wishing I’d snagged a few extra hugs even if she didn’t want them.
Today I miss my baby.