A Mommy Moment....

Do you remember the first time you dropped your child off at the preschool curb, only to have them look at you with fear in their eyes as if to say "where the heck are you leaving me" and "what are you thinking" and you can see the tears filling up and you sit in the parking lot sobbing at the same time knowing that he has gotten to his classroom, recognizes his teachers and is fine as you continue to sob uncontrollably with the strangers around you?   Do you remember the first time you watched him get into someone else's car to go to a playdate and felt like someone had taken your heart with you (and a limb or two) even though it was a trusted, close friend?  Do you remember the first time you waited behind a tree to watch the field trip buses pull away and felt like yelling "YOU HAVE MY WHOLE LIFE IN THERE... BE CAREFUL!"

No? Well, then you definitely won't get the rest of this post.  You can go back to your other life now.  I'll see you tomorrow.

But if you're still reading, I had a mommy moment today. It reminded me of the mommy-of-a-human- child mommy moment.  But this was....a puppy mommy moment. 

I went to Food Lion. And left the puppy in the car. Alone. By herself.  Alone.  For the first time.

She had that look...like "What the heck are you doing and where are you going?" all in doggy eyes.  I had to wrestle her entire 19-pound body to get out and her to not bolt with me.   And I walked the 15 feet into the store.

I calmly and slowly walked dashed around the store like a madwoman picking up what I needed for dinner worrying about her worrying about where I was the whole time.

And then I calmly walked slowly jogged back to the truck so as to not draw any more attention to myself.  I can picture FL employees having me on the security camera as "madwoman acting irrationally in the frozen food section" type of warning.

I'm still not a "dog person" but a lifelong card-carrying member of the "cat person" club.  But I guess I have to start admitting that she is a little fun to have around. And I worry about her like a new mom, which in puppy-speak, I still am. 

But just in case things don't work out with us, does anyone need a shredder?