.....you know, the one at the gym child care center that's crying their eyes out. I've always been proud of the fact that I could leave Aspen there with no separation anxiety problems. It made me feel like my kid was somehow more mature than the others. Well, today that all changed. The moment we walked into the place she started kicking and wailing, and all I could think was this is it: the day had finally come. My kid was that kid. The kid that wouldn't shut their mouth, and maybe even made the other kids cry. I dropped off her stuff and ran out of there as fast as I could, because I'm a firm believer that sticking around to soften the blow only makes things worse.
I had never done my weight routine so fast! All I could think of were the poor women downstairs, trying to calm my child. How did this happen? Aspen's always been so good about being in a new place, with new people, and without me.
At the end of my last pulldown I ran downstairs and peeked in the window to see how she was doing, and there she was: playing with toys, as if the previous blow had never happened. When I picked her up I found out she had only cried for a couple minutes. Thank goodness! Looks like I need to take her to the gym more often!