Daycare has always been an emotional deal in our house. We just love our daughter so much that it's hard to put her in someone else's care for 9 hours a day, but we both know that we need to work, and so it has to be.
This year, Heidi started a new daycare at De's. I really wanted her to be around other kids her age, rather than being the only wee one in the house all day. The first couple of weeks were really hard, she cried every morning when I dropped her off and I had to run out the door yelling "I love you!" [One time she even held her arms up to me and I about crumbled--thankfully this was before she was walking.]
Fast forward a couple of months and Josh and I both had the moment where we knew that we had made the right decision about De's. We were both there to pick her up together because we were going to town right away. We walked in and grabbed her up, bundled her up, and out the door.
In the car was this conversation:
Josh: Did you see her when we walked in? She was playing!
Me: No, I didn't see her, she'd already stopped by the time I got in.
Josh: She was playing with two other kids, just throwing all these toys into this bucket!
It's in the little things. She plays!
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