#1093 The Goodbye kiss lives on

I didn’t expect it would happen so soon. Nonetheless, when the first bell rang at 9am, the kids on the playground did their momentary pause, before running at full speed towards the coloured caterpillars painted on the concrete, where they would line up.

I watched baby girl jump up from the bark-filled playground area, and start to run past me.

“No kiss?” I called out.

But she was GONE. I walked slowly, getting closer to her caterpillar, similar parents around me also coming closer for a look, kiss, and a wave goodbye.

Don’t get sad. You knew this day would come. I swallowed and tried not to think about it as I saw her line up. Don’t make a scene – she is happy.

Don’t make a scene.

The second bell rang. A couple of teachers were now present, and they started to lead their lined up preppies into the building. I watched as baby girl’s class was led forward, saw with happiness she was holding hands with one of her friends, and smiled at her when she looked my way.

Suddenly, a wave of horror washed over her face. As if in slow motion. Walking by near me, following the other kids in –

She realised she had not gotten a goodbye kiss!

I watched her, amused yet alert, knowing her sudden anxious reaction may spell bad things.

“Mum! Kiss!”

She had stopped, and all the kids behind her stopped abruptly too. Her friend kept holding her hand as she stood still, with the kids in front of them still heading on into the building. I blew her a kiss, but it wasn’t enough.

“Mum!”

I ran over quickly and leaned in for a hug.

SMOOCH!

“Okay, now go!” I urged.

I leaned back. Ok, drama kind of avoided…

Who am I kidding. We totally made a scene.

But I don’t care, because my girl still wants to kiss me.

Gratitude = √

 

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