don't leave meeeeeee

ok- if our little girl could actually speak in sentences, she would have said that this morning. instead i go the cry that makes no sound at all bc she just that ticked off. mothers, you know the cry... mouth open, tears falling, no sound, trying to catch their breath cry. today started my third semester at MOMS. i look so forward to thursdays. i am reminded that i have a huge, gigantic, supernatural power in my corner as i listen to the message flow from jean's lips. i am a momma. one of jean's sweet little momma's, and she reminds us weekly how we can not do it alone. (side not- anyone that would like to attend, please let me know. it is AWESOME and you will feel like you can accomplish anything when you leave- except mopping the kitchen floor. who needs to do that when there are dolls to love on and cars to push with your little one!) every thursday we trod up to bellevue to engulf her wisdom. the first pitstop, of course, is the nursery. ok, for those of you who don't know, i stay at home. when she wakes, i am here, when she naps, i am here, when she plays, i am here, when she eats, i am here, when she drifts off to dreamland for the night, i am here. no mothers day out, daycare, etc. so i admit someone is a little spoiled to their momma. i don't mind it one bit either as much as we prayed for this child! however, when i take her to the nursery, i have to do it with a quickness. as soon as i get ready to lift her up and over the door, she starts wailing like i am leaving her with the meanest, ugliest person God ever created. usually, it is a sweet little lady... but nonetheless, the wailing begins. today was like all others, but it seems the first time back after a break only makes it harder on her. i gave them her bag (complete with snacks), told them she got 4 shots yesterday and was still cutting molars, sorry, i'm off to hear jean. as i was walking out, other moms were coming into the drop off area and wondering what child could be making such a ruckus... i just smiled and kept walking, trying not to think that it was my little 17 pounder screaming like a ravished lion. ugh! it breaks my heart to know she is so upset when i leave, luckily she is all smiles when i come back. i know this will get better with time. she doesn't do it when i leave her with family members (like nana). if it weren't for the spiritual satisfaction i leave with, i don't think i could do it to her every thursday. so, anyone else have a little one that does this and how long does it last. i am just envisioning dropping her off her freshman year of high school and her running after the car for me. please tell me it gets better... before she gets married!