Isabella gave me a real moment last week Saturday, of course every moment is ‘a moment‘ but I had been looking after her for a few hours in the morning whilst Natasha and my sister treated Darcie to James and the giant peach at Wimbledon kids theatre.
A bit of quality time with the bubba was just perfect. She was her usual relaxed and happy self so I didn’t have trouble, I never have trouble really…..well, err…. except I still cannot dress her without turning her upside down and inside out!
Anyway, we had fun watching baby TV and playing, Natasha came back and I was then released from bubba duties and went to leave for football.
I gave her a kiss……still smiling
I gave her a wave…….still smiling
I closed the door……..tears…tears and tears.
I would be lying if I said her tears didn’t make me feel really happy inside!
I came back in to cherish the moment of my child crying her eyes out and she stopped.
I was so made up about it and being the nasty git I can be, I tried to make her cry again so I could feel even better, alas, the second time around after the kiss, the wave and the door; there were no such tears and that moment is now locked up in this blog.
I tried hard to get her to miss me since but as far, no upset child.
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