G was only a 1-year-old at the time. She'd never stayed with somebody she didn't know. Of course, when I dropped her off, she wasn't old enough to know that we were coming back. In her mind, she probably thought we were leaving forever. So, it was a bit of a rough experience for her. And it made me somewhat hesitant the second time around.
But at the age of three, I figured she was old enough to at least somewhat understand what was going on. So, we dropped her off, again before we spent the next five or six hours out on the golf course. By the time we came back, she was the last kid at the daycare waiting for us to pick her up.
I braced myself for the tears and screams as soon as I went over to her.
But this is what she said: "Oh, can I just stay a little bit longer? Can you guys leave?"
Just hearing G say those words had me breathing a huge sigh of relief.
Whew! She was happy.
And deep down, we were happy too.
It meant the world knowing that she was actually excited to be there, not crying when we arrived and telling us not to bring her back.
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