I’ve always hated goodbyes. If I had my way, I’d go to the big goodbye party the night before, whoop it up, and then conveniently be stuck in traffic during the goodbye itself. I just hate those last words and then turning to go, knowing you probably won’t see those people again for a long time. It’s just all very sad and depressing.
So instead, I put my friend denial to work. I have decided that Zoe’s family is just going on vacation or some other getaway. Before we know it, Zoe will be zipping back into playgroup in a tu-tu, just like before.
As a little gift to the parents, we had a playgroup that I would almost describe as “blissful” in Jodi’s back yard. No big fighting or arguing, and loads of independent play. (Although, we were missing Gregory and Akiko.) The moms got to sit under the trees, eat muffins and actually talk.
What a great way to celebrate Zoe, Kate and Paul’s upcoming vacation.