For the first time ever, we were like all “those” parents. We sat at the table with our friends – while our kids were playing on their own in our living room. We were right there – but we didn’t supervise. Very strange sensation after a whole year of watching Timothy like a hawk, ready to protect him from other infants and toddlers… now I am somewhat relaxed; somewhat certain he will manage. Perhaps because he goes to daycare now and has learned to defend himself (I presume) if needed. Perhaps I just know him better – he’s not the kind to get into trouble.
Whichever it is, it was new… and it left me with a funny feeling: a feeling of being a toddler’s mom, an older child’s mom, a been-there-done-that mom.
Slipping through my fingers all the time… (c) Abba