What, me jealous?

Well, it happened. I had my first experience of jealousy of another woman.

Admittedly there were moments when Noah's close relationship with his daycare provider would make me a little wincy because it was so tight and affectionate, but I knew that one day, that would come to an end -- at least in its official form, and indeed, when it was time to go, it was definitely time to go, and he was ready to leave her motherly busom for the classroom.

But now? There's a girl. At school.

Thursday, I took Noah to his classroom, and as we entered, a little girl lept up, ran across the room, shouted "Noah! You're here!" and hugged him. He stood ramrod straight and giggled slightly while she hugged him. She let go. Then she hugged him again. He giggled a little bit, but his body language said "Get off me!" -- this is my only relief in my jealousy. She hugged him again, and he giggled some more. I looked down and asked "Who are you, girl who is hugging my boy?" She very quietly said "Victoria...." She stopped hugging him, and they made their way into the classroom.

I recounted the story to our rabbi, who responded by saying "Now you understand how SphericalHubby's mother feels." Truer words never said.