I never thought this day would come, the day we would put our toddler in “school” (daycare).
Months ago, we decided to sign Grant up on the waitlist of one of the best local daycare centers in the area, expecting they wouldn’t have a spot available for him until late November.
Well, something opened up and he was no longer on the waitlist. His first day would quickly approach but before he could start and meet Ms. Nicole and a slew of new friends, he’d be encouraged to visit the Friday before he was set to start.
Last week, Friday, was that day.
As we walked the long hallways, his tiny feet glided across the glossy floors and he let out a sigh of relief when he realized we wouldn’t be leaving him there without us — but he still stayed close.
Painted rooms, stenciled ABC signs and the aroma of pumpkin spice embraced us like a familiar and warm hug from a distant relative you haven’t seen in a while. We hugged it back.
And here we are, enrolled in local “school” (daycare), continuing our parenting story from the days where he relied on us to provide his next meal, to Grant grabbing pieces of intricately cut sandwich bites from his lunch box.
I’m proud of him.
I’m proud of you.
We’re proud of you Grant, yes, we are.
Mommy & Daddy