NOTE: I like to be organized, so I'm reposting my old blogs to have them all in one place. This originally ran on August 21,2008.
As I walked away from my screaming daughter at daycare today, one of the other moms looked at me and said, "You're so lucky, my son runs away when I come to pick him up at the end of the day."
The last two days have been the worst yet—for me. The screaming unwilling goodbyes, the knowledge that Anika is in teething pain and just wants to cuddle with her mom.
The mornings seem rough for Anika, too, in the beginning. But after she calms down, she'll find some fun toys and play with her new friends. I know she's in great hands and the director tells me every day that she is doing better every day. (And I believe her.)
In fact, she said yesterday was "super!" Her first super day started off with a screaming goodbye, too, so I try not to let worry consume me. I left quickly, gave Anika a kiss and an "I love you" and calmly walked out. Then I ran to the car and sped off.
It's a rough way to start your day. As miserable as it is for me, it's nice to think that other moms call it lucky. Maybe they miss the Separation Anxiety Stage. I can't imagine it, but I maybe I will too.
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Friday, February 3, 2012
Daycare, day one
NOTE: I like to be organized, so I'm reposting my old blogs to have them all in one place. This originally ran on August 8, 2008.
Not much rattles me these days, but I'm a ball of nervous irrational energy today.
It’s my daughter’s first day of day care.
But I still have that feeling in my stomach. Not a gut feeling that something is wrong, just a feeling that is … mom nerves, I guess. I know in my gut that Anika will do great in a day care environment. She loves other children and of course, loves to play. We spent a little time at the center to get her prepared. When we left together, she fussed!
This morning as we walked up the steps, she giggled. And she didn’t cry when I left, (which is a completely new phase in the last few weeks).
What am I nervous about? I can’t put a finger on it. Why can’t I put a finger on it? Because there is no logical reason to be nervous. (Mothers don’t have to be logical when it comes to their children, right?)
This afternoon I called the day care center, just to make sure that Anika wasn’t in the midst of a crying fit, missing me or unhappy in an unknown place with new people. Before I heard a hello, I heard Anika’s giggles in the background.
Yep, she is fine, just like I knew she would be. I didn’t even have to ask.
The mom nerves have yet again got the best of me. I think I may never be comfortable and calm without my daughter in my arms – or at least in direct view. And until that day comes, I will still unreasonably count the minutes until I can pick her up.
Not much rattles me these days, but I'm a ball of nervous irrational energy today.
It’s my daughter’s first day of day care.
Realistically, I have little to complain about. I am fortunate to have a relationship with a trusted day care professional, who was able to fit Anika in quickly. I’m excited for Anika to meet, socialize and play with other children. I’m happy she is in a small environment where she will get a lot of individual attention.
But I still have that feeling in my stomach. Not a gut feeling that something is wrong, just a feeling that is … mom nerves, I guess. I know in my gut that Anika will do great in a day care environment. She loves other children and of course, loves to play. We spent a little time at the center to get her prepared. When we left together, she fussed!
This morning as we walked up the steps, she giggled. And she didn’t cry when I left, (which is a completely new phase in the last few weeks).
What am I nervous about? I can’t put a finger on it. Why can’t I put a finger on it? Because there is no logical reason to be nervous. (Mothers don’t have to be logical when it comes to their children, right?)
This afternoon I called the day care center, just to make sure that Anika wasn’t in the midst of a crying fit, missing me or unhappy in an unknown place with new people. Before I heard a hello, I heard Anika’s giggles in the background.
Yep, she is fine, just like I knew she would be. I didn’t even have to ask.
The mom nerves have yet again got the best of me. I think I may never be comfortable and calm without my daughter in my arms – or at least in direct view. And until that day comes, I will still unreasonably count the minutes until I can pick her up.
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