When she realized both her parents had left, she ran to her room, went in her closest and closed the door. I went in her room, looking at the closed closet door, hearing her cry - and I started to cry too. "Presley… it's ok!" I cried… I opened the door, and she looked at me, tears running down her cheeks and mine and she raised her arms for me to pick her up. I melted… pulled myself together and got ready for a play date.
We went to my friend Michelle's house to play with her two boys, Drew and Dylan. Drew is about 4, Dylan is 21 months or so… a little younger then Presley. We got there about 10:30 - lunch at 12, left about 12:45ish. She didn't leave my lap or my side until about 10 minutes before we were going to leave and only because she wanted to climb the stairs…. She takes awhile to warm up to people, but seriously? Drew and Dylan have some AWESOME toys...I enjoyed playing with them. :)
No doubt kids are a lot of work, and I do not hear a biological clock ticking - at all. But the feeling of being needed, being completely responsible for someone is a great feeling. Maybe someday that clock will start ticking in me….
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