Year 2, Day 324

I walked into daycare this afternoon, as usual, with a feeling of intense excitement. No matter what sort of day I’ve had, seeing Miles at the end of the day will erase any stress and replace it with unbridled joy. Our eyes met, I smiled, and Miles pointed.

“Mommy!” he said.

“Uh, no,” I replied. “No mommy. It’s me. Daddy.”

“Mommy,” Miles repeated.

I think the worst thing was that he didn’t necessarily seem upset that mommy wasn’t there, he was just dismissive of my presence. It’s like my own son is starting to see me less as a father and more as a butler or a driver. I am merely a means by which Miles can get back to mommy.

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