a mother's heartbreak begins...

This afternoon, Jimmy and I took Mac to Jimmy's mom's house while we shopped and ran errands. Jimmy was driving his mom's car, and Mac and I followed behind. When we got to Bubby's house, Jimmy pulled in the garage and I pulled up behind him. Mac unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door, looked over his shoulder and said "thanks for the ride, bye" as if I were nothing more than a friend's mom, dropping him off at his house after soccer practice. Where did the little boy go who had to be buckled in and unbuckled out, who couldn't reach the door handle and who certainly couldn't jump down from a big truck all by himself????