In just another day, my youngest one starts her first day in day care. As a mom, I am torn, scared and as expected, on tenterhooks. She is excited about going although am not sure how much she understands. Every time we mention school, she nods her head delightfully, eagerness oozing from her tiny little frame. But I know my little girl. It is not going to be easy, this transition.
I have tried not to think about the 'first day', rather have avoided thinking about it but as I get her 'stuff' ready, I can't help but feel sad. Sad about her growing up so quickly, bittersweet that she has moved on to yet another new phase of her life, that she is no longer the tiny little baby who I cradled in my arms during those seemingly long nights comforting her and who, in turn filled my heart with warmth and love.
On Tuesday, A, my angel, my sweet daughter takes her first step into the outside world. She turns a brand new leaf in her life, one that is full of promise and hope. She will meet new people, strangers at first but with whom she will hopefully develop a strong bond that will help her through the next couple of years while she sets foot into this unknown perhaps scary territory.
I can already see myself losing it- bawling my head off as I leave her behind on the first morning. No, its not going to be pretty but I have to hold my head high, knowing that change although traumatic does good...eventually.
A, my baby, as you set foot into this new world, know that Papa and I are very proud of you. We love you endlessly and we know that you will do just fine because you are destined for great things.
Go, sweetie, go, conquer the world!
2 comments:
Best of luck Suku - it is one of the first of many "letting gos" I'm sure. May she remain steady and strong on her own!
Well,if this is what it feels like being a mother, perhaps I am ready:-))
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