I’ve read it. I’ve seen it. I’ve heard it. Over and over. I’ve rolled my eyes about it and nodded in patient sympathy.
But today, it happened to me – so you-all get to hear it. Feel free to eye roll and nod.
Today my “big girl” (not yet 23 months old) officially started in the “2-yr old” room at daycare. She visited all during August, she knows the teachers, we’ve talked about it at home regularly, and chatted with her all weekend about “going to the big girl room” today. We were prepared – or so I thought.
So today, she held my hand as we walked in, bypassed her old room without even a wave, and at the doorway to her new room let go of my hand. She simply walked in and up to her teacher, and then sat down as directed to start in on a pasting activity.
No “bye mommy.” No tears. No hesitation.
Wahhhh. Big girl already. Doesn’t need mommy.
(And I realize that this is only going to get worse!)
Thank you for your patience (and eye rolls).
[Note to self: Try REALLY hard to remember this feeling at 3am tonight when she calls out for mommy and needs me to put her back to sleep YET AGAIN.]