When Paul and I returned to New Orleans on the morning of the 30th, we left Will with my parents. Before that day, I had never gone a night without seeing him off to bed. Not One Night. So, we left around 10:30 on the morning of the 30th. We returned past his bedtime the next day (around 9pm on the 31st). How did Will do?
Absolutely fine. With the exception of occassional matter-of-fact “Mommy’s brush” or “Mommy’s shirt” that he pointed out when he came across said items during the day, he didn’t even mention us. I am very happy that he did well without me, really. But I have to admit, it wouldn’t hurt my feelings if he at least inquired about me before tucking down each night. *sigh* I am trying to tell myself that it is an example of our great parenting — we’ve made a secure child that is comfortable without us and able to trust others. That makes sense, right?
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