Four years ago, almost to the day, my baby was started daycare. He was eight months old and I was a week away from going back to work - at the same daycare.
Liam's first day of daycare - August 31, 2009
Four years seems like a long time, but it also seems to have gone by in the blink of an eye.
After a year in the infant program, a year in the toddler program and two years in the preschool program, with me working in the same building for three of those four years, today is my baby's last day of daycare. He is almost ready to start school.
Liam's Preschool Graduation
My little boy, who has come to daycare with my for four years will now have to get on the school bus and go to school all by himself.
I am excited for him to embark on this new adventure - to learn new things, to make new friends, to explore a whole new world.
But I am also sad. He is growing up far too quickly. I won't get to see him with his friends every day. He won't be there to run and give me a hug when I go into the room that he's been in for the past year. I won't know what he's done every day and if he's listening to his teachers or not. I won't be able to kiss his bo-bos. I know that I am very lucky to have had him here at the daycare where I work. I know it is a luxury that most working parents don't have. But it still makes me sad.
And I have to admit that I am a bit worried for him. What if he is scared on the bus? What if he doesn't like his teacher? What if he doesn't make new friends? What if he needs me and I'm not there?
I am pretty sure that my worries will amount to nothing. He is excited about going to big boy school. He loved going on the school bus for our daycare field trip. He's been trough countless daycare teachers in four years and they have all adored him and he's loved them all. He is super social and he makes friends with kids anywhere we go.
I think this is where I have to admit that I need him here more than he needs me here. Even when he was a toddler and we were in the same room almost all day, everyday, he was content to do his own thing most of the time.
September will be a month of big changes and many new routines. I expect that there will be a lot of chaos as we adapt to these changes and learn new routines. I am sure that there will be tears (probably most of them will be mine!) but there will also be lots of excitement as we embark on this next stage of life.
