When I get home every night, I ask Gavin, “Was it a good day or a great day?” Lately, the answer is a half-hearted “good” since he started back to daycare a couple of weeks ago. He spent all summer hanging out with Daddy—going to the zoo, swimming at the pool, visiting indoor playgrounds, bowling. Basically, a summer of one-on-one bliss has now become a 4 to 1 ratio of sharing, structure and the unknown.
Drop-off every morning is heartbreaking. He clings to my legs and cries, whining “Mommeeeee” until one of the workers pries him away and distracts him enough that I can get out the door. My last view of him is always of tear-stained cheeks and outstretched arms.
But not today. Today was different. Today he was excited to hang his jacket up on the classroom’s coat-rack. Today he shyly showed his teachers a family photo he’d brought to hang up in class. Today he blew me kisses, smiled and waved good-bye.
Today was a great day.