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I had nothing to write about last night for today.
Maybe my brain is tired from transitioning from summer mode to school.
This morning my thoughts bounced around. I could write about this or that or the other, but never committed to a slice idea. So I waited until the slice found me. And it did.
Yesterday I had no guilt dropping the girls off at school (their daycare). I was ready to get back to school and allow them the opportunity to play and learn with others.
Today, my morning began like any other morning until it was time to drop the girls off. I had talked to the girls yesterday about the change in the routine during drop off. I was putting slippers on and washing hands with the girls before kisses and hugs goodbye, but Ms. K. decided it would be easier if she did that to make the transition quicker.
I remembered to talk to them yesterday. I forgot today.
We walked in the door with smiling faces.
"Ok Mom. Thanks! See you later!" Ms. K. said to help speed up the transition.
The girls' eyes bugged out and the tears started falling.
"No, Momma! Put on my slippers! Wash my hands!" P. pleaded.
"Mommy, please. Please just put on her slippers!" M. screamed.
"I love you both so much," I whispered in their ears as I kissed their cheeks.
I walked out. Closing the door behind me only to have P. throw it back open. I continued to walk without looking hearing the cries and feeling my heart breaking.
"They will be okay," I told myself over and over and over.
I sat in my car and started to sob. Now I felt guilty. Guilty for leaving them. Guilty for rushing. Guilty for not saying our complete goodbyes.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Ms. K. called to let me know that within a minute after leaving, they were calm. I was so thankful for the phone call but still felt guilty. It is not the way I want to start the morning.
After school, I picked them up with lots of hugs and kisses. When we pulled into our driveway, I apologized for the morning.
"I'm so sorry what happened this morning at school, but Ms. K. has new rules at her house and we have to follow them. Do you remember what happened?" I asked.
"Yeah . . ." they both responded. I cringed.
"What happened this morning at school when I was leaving?"
"I don't know . . ." they both responded.
Hmmm. Some guilt was just lifted. This moment weighed heavy in my heart all day and now they don't even remember.
This mom guilt is tough.
But tomorrow I will remember to talk about the transition before we get to school.