When I drop my child off in the morning, he pretty much throws out the bye bye as he is walking away, looking for his breakfast and his favorite Valerie. Not even a backwards glance.
A little part of me is sad, doesn't he love me?
But mostly my heart is so very thankful for the wonderful family that cares for him everyday. My boy is never upset when I leave him, never not wanting to go. Yet he is without fail extremely happy when we pick him up.
Here's to good mothering, whether it's your own child or not.