I desperately wanted to blog this weekend, but it seems that was not meant to be. My world took a few turns this weekend. Only one of which I will share today, because it was by far the thing that has rocked my world the hardest. Which is amazing considering all of the drama and trauma I went through this weekend with my family.
Saturday morning I came face to face with my daughter. She was with her grandparents. And it was awkward. I could tell that they had no idea what to do. I had recognized them and they recognized me too. I had just called their granddaughter by name.
This was for real and we were all now face to face in a very public place (farmers market).
Brit clung to grandma's leg. She has no idea who I am. Just a woman at the farmer's market asking her what she is looking for with grandma.
Our conversation was brief and very superficial. An exchange between strangers may have been warmer and more sincere. It was apparent that they just wanted to get the heck out of there.
I did really well. I carried on casual conversation. I treated Brit like I would any stand-offish child who didn't know me. I talked to her from a safe distance and mostly talked to the adults.
Our interaction might have lasted 2 minutes.
Then they walked off to find zucchini. And I took my baby (who I watch every weekend) back to the car.
Where I completely lost it.