My baby has left me.
Well, not really, but I’m here.
Here being the car dealership getting new airbags (thanks, Takata) and she’s… not here.
Yesterday I got a text message from her good friend’s mom offering to take her out for lunch and then to play at one of our local indoor play places. “I’ll take her and you go do… something” she said.
Me: “Well, I actually have an appointment at the car dealership to get new airbags.”
Her: “Oh! Perfect. You go get airbags and she’ll come with me. I’ll pick her up after school.”
Me: “I mean… yeah. I have to talk to her dad, but it sounds good to me.”
Her: “Okay, great- text me!
When the husband got home he said “yeah, I’m cool with that” and that’s it.
No major discussion about it.
No talk of who, what, where, when, why, how, and are they a pedophile.
I was really surprised about how quickly we were able to come to the consensus that I almost took my own pulse because who am I?!
As I sit here at the car dealership, I’m having a slight bit of anxiety, but I also didn’t take my meds last night, so there’s the answer to that.
About an hour ago she texted and asked:
So first of all, I appreciate her asking me if my kid can have soda. I don’t assume that anyone’s child can have what I give my child from sunscreen to soda to bug spray to candy to McDonald’s. I always ask the parent. So that made me feel at ease.
Then just her reassurance like “take your time!”
She’s good. She’s with her friends and an adult that I know and trust and it’s all good.
Now, for some of you reading this may not be a big deal.
You may send your kids off willingly.
And there’s nothin’ wrong with that. Actually, that’s me dropping my kid off at daycare when I’m off in the summers. LOVE YOU, BYE.
But in other cases? We just haven’t been there yet. In all of our 8 years of parenting her, the only people who have been able to take our child somewhere out of our presence and DRIVE HER IN A CAR WITHOUT US, nonetheless? Have been her grandparents.
Even then, I’m all “hey! That’s precious cargo, so…”
See also: PTSD, Past Trauma, Inability to not be a hover mom.
We all do things in our own time.
But my best girl had a blast today. And there **may have** been conversation about how this is the first time her mommy and daddy let her go anywhere “alone.”
She’s growing up.
More importantly, her dad and I are growing up.
Next thing you know, she’s off to college. Leaving us.
**insert maniacal sobbing here**
I’m proud of us and our ability to let go.
Breaking up is hard to do… or somethin’ like that.