We went to a birthday party today for the little boy that lives behind us. What started out as a fun and festive celebration turned into a tear filled missing daddy meltdown. Why? Because the daddy of the little boy is home for his two weeks of R and R. All the wives are jealous of the little boy’s mom and are counting down days until we get to celebrate those go by way too fast weeks and all the kids were hanging on him like they had never seen a guy before. But Monkey, well, Monkey is very much a Daddy’s girl. Has been for the majority of her four years on this earth. So, Monkey does not handle it well when there are daddy’s around and hers isn’t one of them. I felt so incredibly sad for her, it was all I could do not to breakdown and cry right along with her because there was nothing I could do to heal the hurt. I held her and tried to calm her down and I have to give kudos to the little boy’s dad, because he held her, played with her, and tried to calm her down too, but she was in full blown meltdown mode. Finally, in her tiny exhausted, quivering voice she looks at me with tear filled eyes and almost as if she was begging says “Mommy, I want to go home. I want to wait for my daddy.” I of course said OK and we came home. By the time I got her calmed down the beautiful butterfly that the really cool face painter, who was dressed like the princess from Star Wars, had painted on her cheek was gone.
