So, Lenna has been home less than 24 hours, and she’s off to spend the night at her BFF’s house. Now since Lenna’s BFF happens to be the daughter of one of my close friends, this is really okay.
Except it’s not because hello? She was gone for three weeks. She should want to stick to me like glue until I have to pry her off for baths (both hers and mine), meals, bedtime, et cetera. But no. She stuck kind of close until Kaitlyn was ready to play. Then it was, “So long, and thanks for all the fish, Momm-ay.”
Now am I really upset by this? No, and I’ll tell you why. My goal in raising these three is to make them happy, productive, independent little rats, and most everything I do is a means to reach that goal, although they’d tell you most things I do are mostly to embarrass and/or torture them. Which is completely untrue — embarrassment and torture are just fringe benefits.
So while I cried a little that Lenna didn’t want to be up under my butt kind of wouldn’t mind it if Lenna had stayed home to be with me, I also understand that I’m the one who has said to her, “Go. Be. Do. I’ll still be here when you get back” which has given her the freedom to go off and do her own thing, completely secure in the fact that her momm-ay will be here for her if she needs me.
Every once in a while, I realize I’m doing okay with this mom gig. Even if the little rats don’t stay home to appreciate it.
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