How I Lost My Daughter's Lovie—and My Sanity
2 months ago, 12 Jan 21:14
Our 2-year-old insists her stuffed cat, her favorite, sit on the bench facing us in the cab from Nassau airport to our resort.
My husband sits in the way back, and as K wriggles around to stand and face him, in a moving vehicle with no seat belts or car seat, I struggle to keep her from flying into danger, struggle to not hate myself for putting her there (so unsafe!
When we arrive at the resort, my parents, who we're meeting, aren't there so we wait, with a tired and hungry toddler who, thank goodness, finds a play area.
Then we head up, carrying not a lot of luggage minus the toddler but way too much if you factor her in.
At one point, my arms give out, and I say, "I can't do this."
To which kind strangers respond with an offer to help, and assurance that we "would have fun-promise!"
Up in the room our girl starts to melt down, and when she is lying on the floor kicking her legs, I am grateful, so grateful, that she isn't asking for Kitty.
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