First day hardest — for Mom
I will not cry. I will not cry.
Who am I kidding? I’m gonna cry.
This is a week of goodbyes and new beginnings. Today is my daughter’s last day at the daycare she’s attended since she was five months old.
She started in the baby room at one end of the building and has moved up through every classroom, now finishing a year in pre-kindergarten.
Her teachers have advised me (how to get a breastfeeding baby to take a bottle), admonished me (where did Adi learn that “bad” word?), and helped me adjust to all the wonderful and bewildering changes of a child growing, learning and loving.
I don’t know Adi’s new teacher yet. I meet her today. I’m sure she will be wonderful and kind and enthusiastic.
I hope she won’t wonder why there are tears in my eyes. They are happy tears. My baby is growing up.
Susan Simpson, Education Writer
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Oh, what an emotional day Susan. I guess they have to grow up. I have a 2 year old and she is just great. My grandmother watches her and she has more than her share of advice. My daughter now knows what time I get off of work and she is waiting at the front screen door everyday for me. The best thing about that is no matter how tough my day was at work, no matter how many people chewed me out that day, I have my one cheerleading team wonder jumping up and down, waving her little arms and singing “yeah mommy, yeah mommy” when I come to pick her up. Awww, the precious moments of working motherhood.