It took me a while to figure out that putting Sam in a high chair at daycare and feeding him will distract him from the fact that I am about to leave him there. So that is our ritual every morning: I take his jacket off, put him in the chair and break out the banana bread that I baked over the weekend.
There’s usually already two or three other kids there, also having breakfast. This morning Sammy sat next to Kennedy (eating a muffin) and Abbie (oatmeal). I broke the banana bread into small pieces and put them on Sammy’s tray. I filled his sippy cup with water and put a bib on him. I kissed his cheeks and ran my fingers through his hair.
It was time to go.
There’s a window on the classroom door and also a narrow window right next to the door. As I put my shoes on outside, I play peek-a-boo — appearing once in the door window and a few seconds later in the other window. Sammy usually gives me a shy smile — a bit like “mom, you are embarrassing me!” This morning was the same — he smiled, but when I poked my head in the door window the second time, the two little girls were blowing kisses to me and laughing. Sammy was looking at them disapprovingly.
I felt a bit like a cool mom.