First day of preschool.
I never thought I'd be sending my 2 year old to preschool, but when you live on the opposite side of the country from anyone you know and a worldwide shutdown hits, you don't get out much.
So, I went back and forth, but I feel it was in her best interest to get her into a little program so she could have some social interaction with someone other than the dog. (Then maybe she'll stop playing fetch and putting sticks in her mouth).
I had nightmares for weeks leading up to this. I'm ridiculous. One dream, I forgot her extra pair of clothes and her teachers were mad, another dream I woke up late and we missed school. Clearly, this was on my mind!
It's also hard to imagine that you have a child who is old enough to go to "school."
It forces me give up some control, which can be hard as a parent, and put my trust in her sweet teachers that they are able to care for her, too.
I prepped her as much as I could, but when drop off came, the tears started streaming.
Not just for her, but for myself. It hurt my heart to a deeper level to see and feel her fear, her desire to want to be with me, her comfort zone. But I know that a few minutes later, she settled down. And I know she will eventually get comfortable with the goodbyes and enjoy the adventure that school is.
It made me think, isn't this how life is? And isn't this how God works?
We're pulled out of our comfort zones and only then are we able to grow.
As I sit here typing, in my quiet house, I just want you to know if you're in the same boat as I am, or if you're a few years away, you got this. You're doing the best job you can for your littles, even if a few tears are shed. Watching your child grow up is the most rewarding thing.
