Julie stayed home sick today, so I dropped off Lyla at school before heading to school myself. It was my first time dropping her off since Julie and I did it together on the first Tuesday of August. And...it kind of sucked.
There's that moment when you actually turn around and leave. It's not like you put her on a train and wait for the train to chug away and pretend-chase it for 50 yards while she's waving a hankie at you from her open window. Then the decision to separate belongs more to the train. Here it belongs to the parent; you have to decide, okay, this is the moment when I'll break eye contact with the little bugger, turn, and walk away without looking back.
But there were no tears. Lyla and I are tough, tough people.
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