During a Dr. appointment today I was asked if I wanted little man to go to the daycare. I turned to see where it was and then asked my husband if he thought it was ok.
He was ok with it… I was too.. kind of… since it did look more like a playroom with supervision.
I was a little more worried than I thought though. I really expected the worse you know crying, kicking, yelling- the works (not that he’s ever really done that).
He did fine for his first time away from us with total strangers. Me on the other hand, not so much. I think I was just sad and worried.
I was sad he was becoming his own little person becoming a little more independent.
I thought of all the what if’s- What if someone does something to him? What if he loses a shoe? What if he goes potty? of course I didn’t have the guts to voice these out to my husband. I didn’t want to seem like the overreacting type of mom that won’t let her kids grow up but I was slowly becoming this.
I kept peeking over to see if he was ok. I jumped twice when I heard the staff call his name. I was worried beyond belife. I kept asking my husband if he could see him and what he was doing.
Then when I asked if it was ok for my husband to come along with me, with little lady,to speake to the Dr. They thought about it and then asked if I wanted to send in little lady to the daycare as well. I immediately made up an excuse.
“oh I would if she were asleep but she’s awake. I’ll just keep her with us.”
In other words I bailed from trying to let another one of my kids go. so they didn’t come along with me.
I think it was just too much for me to see both our kids in daycare… even if it was just for 30mins.
At the end, when we went to pick up little man, he was excited to see us and to go home.
No cuts, bruises, accidents and with both shoes on his feet.
I think I’m ready to let him go. Tomorrow he comes along with me again and I’ll be checking him in to daycare.
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