Tonight - for the first night ever - we left our child, my life, in the hands of a teenager.
One that we hadn't met before.
Yes, she came highly recommended by others. Straight A's, cheerleader, loves kids - especially under the age of 2, experienced babysitter, and known in the town as "the perfect kid".
We needed a night out.
This was a great experiment in momma loosening the first of many threads on her apron (not a string...just a thread).
We introduced ourselves to her. Babygirl pointed, Babysitter responded.
About an hour in...I texted for an update. Hoping that Babygirl hadn't gone nuclear.
My response..."She's an angel!"
Release of 14 months of tension....one long slow outward breath.
We had a great time. And returned home to a sleeping baby and groggy teen. (It was, afterall, a school night).
All is well. We're all better for it.
Tomorrow, my Babygirl is going to be that teen...tonight, she's the bundled, slumbering puddle of love.
Safe and sound.