I don't think Kim reads this very often, so maybe she won't mind being the subject of a post.
A little background first. Davis has developed a bit of separation anxiety. Maybe that is a small under-exaggeration. He screams bloody murder while thrashing around, clinging to me in terror whenever I try to leave him with a babysitter. Including his favorite babysitter in the neighborhood, his grandparents, his GG, and at his friend's house. It makes leaving for a date a little stressful.
Here is where the angels start to sing. Yesterday, Kimberly, my sister, came up to stay with the boys for a few hours while I did some Christmas shopping. I braced for the storm as I told him he would be playing with Kim for a little while in the afternoon. He shed a few tears and then went on about his business. Kim arrived a few hours later for lunch and he was so excited to see her. Then, as I was putting on my coat, he stopped his construction of a fort (which he called a "sport") with Kim, and said he didn't want me to go.
"But you will have so much fun with Kim," I said, hoping to avert disaster.
"Yeah. We are going to play in the fort and then go throw frisbees . . ." His voice trailed off as he ran to get more cars to put in the fort. Maybe it hadn't fully sunk in that I was leaving.
As I gathered my coupons and my list and my purse and walked out the door, I said,
"Bye Kim. Bye Davis."
And without a backward glance, he said, "Bye Mom." And continued playing. No crying. No wailing. No gnashing of teeth.
I'm pretty sure it was a Christmas miracle.
P.S. I asked him if it would be ok if Kim came to play again tonight while Mommy and Daddy went on a date (Darren's work party) and he said, "Yeah, sure." Am I the only one hearing the chorus of heavenly hosts? He loves his Aunt Kim. And so do I!