My Little Attachment

I affectionately refer to my baby  (never mind that she's five and a half) as my little attachment.   My first born was a social girl and would just as soon be with Manna, or the neighbor. . . or the girl she met at Home Depot, as she would be with me or her dad.  But Siggy is all mine.  She is extremely loyal--if Rob teases me too much she comes to my rescue, and she likes to snuggle and tell me she loves me.  We don't part much.  In fact, I left her home with her dad and sister for nearly a week a few months back.  It was the first time EVER that I had left her over night!  She did pretty well.  Apparently she started crying over every little thing after about day three--but she never associated her sadness with me being gone!  (She does have a tendency to disassociate her distress from the source and place it elsewhere--remind me to tell you the story of Scott the pill bug sometime!)  When I got back it was like I had put my arm back on.  We were tight.

 

So when my good friend offered to let her sleep over (her sister would be there) I had my doubts.  She had never had a sleep over.  By five and a half Hannah practically lived at our neighbor's house and had no trouble leaving me.  I was fine with her going too--call me a bad mom, but it didn't bother me to let her sleep at a friend's house.

Back to Sig.  This is the child who doesn't sleep.  Hannah will be out well before nine--always has been.  Sig sings to herself and makes up stories and finds a million things that will be "real quick" that she needs to tell you before sleep takes over and knocks her out sometime after ten thirty!  Needless to say, I had my doubts.  I tried to talk her out of it.  I tried to talk Shannon out of it.  But no.  She wanted to stay.  She swore she'd be fine.

And she was.  

But on the drive home to my empty house I was a little sad.  She might not miss me, but I missed her!  It was a strange and peaceful night.  I went to bed by ten thirty.  I was very excited to sleep in but since I had gone to bed so early I woke up shortly after six--and managed to linger until seven.  

Apparently my little attachment is breaking free.  Excuse me while a weep a little.