Dear Kaylee and Robbie,
This time last month, I was worried about the two of you. We were preparing to start you in a new daycare, and I thought you might not handle the transition well. I thought you would be stressed out, crying, missing your old daycares.
I should really start giving you guys more credit.
The whole experience has been nothing short of wonderful. In fact, Kaylee, once in a while you worriedly turn to me and remind me to take you to your new school in the morning, not your old one. You love your new teacher, Mr. C, even more than your old one – perhaps because he doesn’t coddle you. While it took you weeks to slowly poke your way out of your shell at the last school, you’ve burst out of your shell, arms flailing, at the new one. You can now write your name, you keep a little drawing journal and you sometimes beg me to get you to school in time to eat breakfast there. You are thriving, my beautiful girl, and it makes me so happy.
The transition was a little tougher for you, Robbie. For the first week, you cried every morning when I pulled the car into the parking lot. But on Monday, you didn’t even want to come home with me because you were too fascinated by all the toys in the preschool room. You know which classrooms have Thomas the Train toys stashed in them, and your teachers claim that you eat your fruits and vegetables every day. (This is the one thing that gives me pause about your school, because your teachers MUST be damn dirty liars to say something like that.) This morning, I handed you off to your teacher and you smiled, laying your head on her shoulder – and action I usually only see you take with your beloved Papa.
Monday starts another new chapter – for me more than you – and I hope I don’t turn into Insane Mommy on you as I’m loaded down with homework and tests and etc., etc. I think it’ll be all right. But if I get a little crazy, I want you to know that you can always calm me down by holding my face in your little hands and giving me a kiss. Both of you do this sometimes, and it never fails to make me feel all warm and squishy.
I don’t have much else to say right now because my brain has decided to take a vacation on me. But know this, little monkeys: I love you. More than anything.