This was the first morning in a long time that there were tears when I dropped off Tay at Beth's. She didn't want me to leave...she wanted me to stay and play with her. From the moment we left our house, she wanted me to stay with her. When I buckled her into her car seat, she grabbed my finger and kept pulling me back into the car after I kissed her for another kiss...and then another. Until I told her I had to drive so we could go to Tita's. Her big brown eyes welled up with tears and she yelled, "Nooo, Umma...stay..." so I took her hand again and she pulled me in for another kiss...::sigh:: After a few more times of that, I eventually made my way to the driver's seat to get on our way...leaving a little tear trail down my baby girl's cheek...::sigh::
She and I chatted on our drive to Beth's and she seemed to be doing much better...
When we made it to Beth's and we went up the elevator to her house, she wanted me to hold her the whole way...so I carried her to the door and we knocked. When Beth opened the door and reached for Tay, she pulled away and said, "No, Umma." She just wanted to stay with me today. After some persuading, I asked her if she would walk me to the elevator. She said, "Neh," and took my hand and Beth's hand and we walked to the elevator...
When the elevator door opened, she slowly let go of my hand, but when I walked into the elevator, she started crying, "No, no, no, Umma, no, Umma..." and as the elevator doors closed, all I could see were tears streaming down my little girl's face and hear her yelling for me...
I know all of that stopped in a matter of minutes after I was gone, but a morning like today just breaks my heart and really makes me question my decision to keep working...
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