Playing with dough

Today I joined Abby’s preschool class for a field trip to Great Harvest Bread Company. They let the kids knead dough on their huge butcher block. Abby thought the dough was “interesting” and “sticky”. 

I’m glad I was able to go on the field trip. Siblings weren’t allowed on this one so it meant that I had to find care for Avery, which wasn’t readily available so I told Abby that I probably wouldn’t be going. This produced some tears and when prompted as to why she was so sad I wasn’t going she simply responded, “Because you always come with, Mommy. That is what you are supposed to do.” And she is right. I’ve never missed any of her field trips. So, that was it. I decided I was going and searched harder for Avery care. I figure these moments are fleeting. She won’t always want me to sit by her on the bus and hold her hand. Plus, in her eyes, this is simply my job. To be with her. And she is exactly right.