For three months I had been dreading this weekend. Cassell was going to Los Angeles and I was in charge of Willa for 4 days. I was scared sh&^*less because I knew I would somehow screw things up. Okay, I'm an active dad who is involved in the parent/child relationship, but when I realized that I would have for Willa for 72+ hours straight, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I was right. I will freely admit that I now have, yet another, new level of respect for my wife in the difficult tasks she effortlessly performs everyday in raising our daughter. IT IS DAMN DIFFICULT! Willa and I plodded through the weekend making progress that would make Mommy Dearest smile. It was evident she missed her Mommy, but I used smoke and mirrors like a good magician to trick her into thinking each day was just as ordinary as the last. Still, every time she woke from a nap or sleep, she was asking for "mama, mama, mama"). I even "taught" her to lay down for her naps (all by herself) without being coaxed to sleep with a rocking chair and a rhythmic pat on the back (I am good). I have learned so much in the past 4 days, that it only reinforces my convictions, that Cassell (and most Mommies) have an extremely difficult job when they have to tend to young children, a business or job, and over-bearing husbands. Yeah, I might sound like a sap, but you Moms out there have my respect. Chupacabra salutes you all.
P.S. I can't take all of the credit. Thanks, Grammy, Grandma, and Nona for all of your help.
