Today's trip to the Y was successful...well, successful for Roo, not so much for me.
I got all signed in and took her to the "Child Development" area and signed her in. She didn't even look back at me.
She only had eyes for toys.
Me, I was gripping the door frame trying not to cry.
There was a younger girl that understood my hesitance and answered my questions as I watched Roo play. There was an older lady that tried to push me out the door but I wouldn't budge.
I have to admit, my heart was breaking. My girl is so grown up. When the hell did this happen?
Finally, I slinked out the door and went to work out. I held back my tears and ran a mile on the treadmill before sneaking back to the glass windows to peek at her.
She was right at home, playing and being social. I was so proud of her.
I let her play for thirty minutes total, telling myself I couldn't stand to be away from her for a second longer.
And when I went to get her, she ignored me!
She continued to play and the only way I got out of there was by bribing her with the pool.
Maybe tomorrow when we go it'll be better for me. Maybe I'll make it to forty-five minutes? Or maybe I'll never go back and keep my daughter all to myself forever?
A Closer Look
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