My mom, Mimi to the boys (Meme? Memi? We’ll have to decide on that) just left this morning after a one week visit. Many of you may remember her from this escapade, and some of you may know who she is without realizing it - she’s the lurker located in North Carolina that reads all your blogs (sorry mom, but you’re just such a LURKER!).

I was worried about how Sam would take her leaving. He’s very attached to her and has pretty much had her undivided attention this whole week. When she left he hugged her goodbye and gave her some kisses, told her he loved her, and then he walked away and went back to playing with his cars. I thought it was a bit abrupt. Honestly, I expected a tantrum. I realized that he just didn’t really understand that she was leaving for good. I figured I’d see his real response in a few days when she still wasn’t back.

About two minutes after my husband and she left for the airport, Sam went looking for “Mimi’s hairbrush.” When he couldn’t find it I explained to him that she had to take it home with her so that she could brush her hair, would he like his comb? Well, he flipped the eff out. He wanted Mimi’s hairbrush NOW. And then he started crying. We sat on the couch and talked about what a nice visit we had with her, how we both really looked forward to seeing her again after we move into our new house.

He still kept insisting that he was just upset because he wanted her hairbrush. It must be so hard to have such strong feelings that you don’t understand and can’t explain.

Hope you had a safe trip back, mom. Thanks so much for the visit.

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