Well, we survived! Daisy is ten months old as of last Friday and we have not spent more than eight waking hours apart since she was born. Total! So the idea of Mother’s Day Out, a program at the local First Baptist Church, is a little daunting. But, we girded our loins and made the very short half mile trek from our house to the church this morning. We were an hour late for our four hour separation but we did make it and I have to give a huge shout out to the women that make this short break for mothers possible. They were so very kind and reassuring to this nervous mama that I felt as comfortable as I could leaving Daisy.
There were four other little ones in her group and she set right off to play once we made it and I snuck out as soon as she could. It seemed a very long walk to the car. After getting home and doing chores and fixing lunch for Matt and me, the two and a half hours I lasted had flown by. Matt went with me to pick her up. I was so nervous as we walked to her little door, and so thankful I didn’t hear any crying. As soon as she saw us her little faced screwed up and she started crying for all she was worth. After thanking the very kind ladies and being assured she had not cried the entire time I was gone we made our way to the car, me cooing the whole time to a trembling Daisy that I would never leave her again. All the while Matt is talking to both of us to calm us down and we make a very interesting picture on a beautiful afternoon leaving the church in tears.
We did survive however and regardless of my comforting cooing earlier we will try again next Tuesday.
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