I dropped my three year old daughter off at school today and the pain it left in my heart nearly killed me. Even now the dull ache that remains has rendered me useless at work. She just clung to me with her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her legs locked around my waist and her head buried in my neck sobbing, as I tried for the better part of fifteen minutes to leave. At one point I left classroom and walked her through the halls towards the back of the school, where it’s quiet in the morning, not just to distract her and ease her into her first day, but so that I could wipe the tears from own eyes. Yeah I know, call me a pussy if you want, it’s not like I wanted to feel this way. And go ahead and lecture me on how I need to let her cry, because there sure as shit was no way of stopping her anyway. I know it’s just first day jitters and she’ll be fine just like she always is, but that doesn’t make any easier to walk away from your kid when at that very moment you’re arms are the only place she feels safe. When at that moment, her embrace is the only thing that makes me feel whole.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 18:41:43 +0000