Monday was a milestone day for me and Amy as parents. It was Evan's first day at daycare. Amy is working part-time now, so he doesn't have to go to day care that often, but the whole idea of "handing him over" to someone else was very emotional. Actually, all of last weekend was emotional at our house. I was consoling my wife, reminding her that everything was "going to be okay." At the same time, I was glad that I did not have to be the one to drop him off at daycare because I would probably cry more than she did!
I offered to make the first phone call of the day to check on him because I figured Amy would be too emotional, and she agreed. I called about two hours after she dropped him off only to find out she had beat me to the punch a few minutes earlier. That's the love and concern of a mother, and I love the way she cares for our son. God wired her that way, and I think it's so cool.
As I predicted, Evan did fine on his first day, with the workers commenting on him being a "sweet baby." I was very proud of him! He was as happy as could be when I picked him up that afternoon.
On the way home, things changed when he started crying that loud, heartbreaking sort of cry that had me pondering all kinds of scenarios. Is he mad that we sent him to daycare? Did he have so much fun that he wants to go back? Does he miss his mommy?
Once we got home, I figured it out...it was the diaper. A dry Pampers makes all the difference!
John Bryant "John and Cleve In the Morning" on 88.3 WAFJ www.wafj.com