I walk in the door and sit her car seat on the rug. Immediately, Abby looks up at me and gives me a look like I have betrayed her.
Her eyes well up with tears and her bottom lip sticks out. I get down and my knees and tell her to be a good girl today. She lets out a painful sounding shriek. I kiss her forehead and whisper, “I love you,” only to hear her shriek louder.
For the last two weeks, she has done this each time I drop her off at daycare. Her babysitter tells me she quits as soon as I am out the door and she is out of her car seat. She forgets I leave her as she begins to play with the other children, but I don’t forget.
Even though this has been our morning routine for two weeks it still feels like the first time every day. She sure knows how to pull on mama’s heartstrings.