I know I’ve been down, but since my kid has come home, I’ve had the most deliciously awesome time being her mom. I worried that she would be an emotional wreck when she came home, like the last time. Everything was a fight. She threw tantrums wherever we went. She cried everyday I left her at preschool. She threw the whining into 5th gear.
When my friends the Canaries (the Cancer/Aries couple) invited us over Friday to spend the night, I was extremely hesitant. I didn’t want my child to make a scene when I’ve been bragging up my single mommy skills. Yeah, I was afraid of being outed as a fraud. I should have had more faith in my little Gemini. She charmed every adult in the room and entertained every baby. Maybe I was afraid all this 2-week-on, 2-week off craziness was going to kill her trust in me. My paranoia ran so deep that I really believed I would have to start from scratch re-building our relationship every time she came home. How is it that a grown woman is walking on eggshells around a 3-foot tall mini-me in pigtails?
Today as we drove to preschool, my child sat in the backseat and sang along to my favorite CD. I smiled. Even if custody is taken from me in September, she’ll always be mine.