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It was also Good Friday, but she works at a Jewish not-for-profit, and isn't, last I heard, a believer... so it's Passover she got off for.
Abdul had the day off too, and if I'd known that, I likely wouldn't've gone to the Children's Museum with her, but would have taken the day off. Oh well, I needed to get paid.
So we went to the museum, and then to Manhattan to see my mom. Once we got into Manhattan, 'dul decided he wanted to do something else, so it was just me, Jenn, and the niecelings going on the train.
Once on the train, Ana turns to me and comments, quietly...
Ana: Daddy is mean. He mean outside.
Me: He was? When?
Ana: Outside. He make me sad.
Me: Oh, sweetie...
Ana: Yeah. He make me cry (starts sniffling), and I miss Daddy!
Me: Oh, honey. *hugs and pulls on lap* You know everyone else is here, and we're going to go see Nanen....
Ana: But I want Daddy. I crying, and I sad, Connie.
Me: (the following is a flat-out lie) Well, you know, he didn't *want* to leave, he *had* to (this is what we say when so-and-so had to go to work). He wanted to be here with you.
Ana: But I miss him.
Me: I know. But you'll see him again. He didn't want to make you sad.
Ana: Okay. *sniffles* I feel better now.
And then when she did see her dad again, the first thing she said is (not happily) "Daddy, you don't go bye-bye without me, 'k?"
On the one hand, it's one of our very few Real Conversations Ever. On the other hand... that was really sad. And it's made worse by the fact that "Don't go bye-bye without me, okay?" is what she said to me after I'd spent the boat ride sitting on a different deck than them (this was an accident, but I was loathe to move after settling down). I feel guilty now. Just a little.
Abdul had the day off too, and if I'd known that, I likely wouldn't've gone to the Children's Museum with her, but would have taken the day off. Oh well, I needed to get paid.
So we went to the museum, and then to Manhattan to see my mom. Once we got into Manhattan, 'dul decided he wanted to do something else, so it was just me, Jenn, and the niecelings going on the train.
Once on the train, Ana turns to me and comments, quietly...
Ana: Daddy is mean. He mean outside.
Me: He was? When?
Ana: Outside. He make me sad.
Me: Oh, sweetie...
Ana: Yeah. He make me cry (starts sniffling), and I miss Daddy!
Me: Oh, honey. *hugs and pulls on lap* You know everyone else is here, and we're going to go see Nanen....
Ana: But I want Daddy. I crying, and I sad, Connie.
Me: (the following is a flat-out lie) Well, you know, he didn't *want* to leave, he *had* to (this is what we say when so-and-so had to go to work). He wanted to be here with you.
Ana: But I miss him.
Me: I know. But you'll see him again. He didn't want to make you sad.
Ana: Okay. *sniffles* I feel better now.
And then when she did see her dad again, the first thing she said is (not happily) "Daddy, you don't go bye-bye without me, 'k?"
On the one hand, it's one of our very few Real Conversations Ever. On the other hand... that was really sad. And it's made worse by the fact that "Don't go bye-bye without me, okay?" is what she said to me after I'd spent the boat ride sitting on a different deck than them (this was an accident, but I was loathe to move after settling down). I feel guilty now. Just a little.
