I never heard a response from X to confirm the dropoff arrangement so I can only assume it’s been communicated to his family. He said MIL would be in touch, but she hasn’t. After ranting and raving internally about how it shouldn’t be my responsibility to do so, we’re off to the toy shop to buy cousin a little birthday present from S2. The present is from him, not me. It’s never too soon for him to learn that you don’t rock up to a party without a gift for the host.
He didn’t get upset at daycare dropoff yesterday. We talked beforehand about what was going to happen and how I always come back to pick him up. I explained that my work is very important and how it’s good manners to be on time. We had a quick revision of the meaning of courage— when you feel scared, but you do the thing anyway. He showed me his strong muscles and his strong heart. Gave me a kiss and let me walk away. Proud of him.
