My daughter is in child care through the week while I’m at my shiny new job. One day per week, my parents take A and she gets to spend the day with them. I love that she gets a special day with her grandparents, and that they get to develop a strong relationship with her.
On Grandparent Day this week, they took her to the mall to see Santa. Now, A is pretty shy around strangers, especially those that want to pick her up. Most of the time, she’ll cry. I was a bit apprehensive about how this would play out, because putting her on the knee of a stranger seemed like a recipe for waterworks.
They took A to the mall in the afternoon, with a tummy full of lunch & having had a good morning nap. They waited in line for a half an hour, and pointed out to me afterwards that despite other kids in line who were crying, A stayed calm and in a good mood.
Finally, she got her turn with The Big Guy. Santa must really have a way with the wee ones, because not only did she not cry, she seems pretty happy in her photo. I was half-expecting to get one of those red-faced, tear-streaked sorts of Santa photos. You know, the ones that everyone gets a good chuckle out of, in later years.