Shimmy Sprinkles* comes over twice a week to watch Sam while I go to class. She's a cute undergraduate student who answered an ad I posted at the beginning of the semester. I was nervous about hiring a complete stranger, but I'm so lucky to have found her. Sam thinks so too. He adores her. As soon as she rings the bell, Sam meets her at the door flapping his hands and hyperventilating, the way he always does when something really exciting is about to happen. Today when I told him Shimmy was coming over to play he eagerly repeated "Shimmy!" Thinking this could be my big opportunity, I tried to get him to say Mommy. He wasn't interested.
Later, after Shimmy'd arrived she said, "Mommy's leaving now. Say bye-bye!" Sam ran over distraught. He stopped at Shimmy's knees and threw his arms in the air. She picked him up and reassured him she was staying, and only Mommy was leaving. Relieved, he returned to the business of playing. I left to the vroom vroom sound of Sam's vacuum being used in a game of chase.
I'd be jealous, but he's always so cheery when I get home. And a mom has to love anything (or anyone) that makes her kid that happy. But even better than that is knowing that when I get home, he'll flap his little hands and run toward ME.
*Names have been changed