Daddy.
On days like today, I struggle being Daddy.
Evan did great going to daycare. He was happy. He danced into the building.
Then, as I started to leave, the tears and the “I love you Daddy” started. Evan held on tight. He didn’t want me to leave.
I felt worse than scum. Even though I stayed and held him. For fifteen minutes.
It wasn’t enough. For him or me.
My heart hurts when this happens. I simply want to stay and hold him. Reassure him.
I called to check on him. He’s fine.
Why is it that I’m not?
You are not fine because he IS your heart. It is painful to let your heart walk around in places where you are not. You are a really good daddy, Steve.
ReplyDeleteLaura Conway McCann