It started with the lunchbox last Sunday afternoon, a simple little pink box. I bought it in Dealz on Saturday along with a stash of Bountys for himself and a few notebooks to feed my on going notebook addiction.
Buying the lunchbox, bringing it home, even taking it out of the bag – and still nothing registered with me. It wasn’t until I went to make a name label for the box ( that sounds less ‘make and do’ than it was) that the tears started coming. Edie was going to creche tomorrow. Our little woman, starting out on her own little path to learning and independence, really I couldn’t believe it.
Starting our little lady at creche the next morning was a big step for all three of us. Until now she was minded by her nanny a few days a week since I had started back at work in July so it was always so much easier to bounce off in the morning knowing that she was in the safest of hands.
But now, a new routine, new hands. Arms that she had never been held by before. Would she eat and sleep for them? Would she talk and be herself or would she be a little subdued and wonder why I’d left her?
I know I’m not the first mother to go through these feelings, but that doesn’t matter when you’re alone in your own moment of vunerability. Certainly this week’s back to school and creche photos on Facebook made me think. As a new parent its easy to feel that everyone else isnt stressed or dreading their childs next big step – whether thats school or creche, but thats not the case. Reading the messages under the cute uniformed babas made me realise that we’re all in the same boat, just at different stages.
It’s Friday now and we’re on day five, and I’m happy to report that what everyone says is true, it does get easier. What a little trooper she is. This morning she left out a little excited kick as we got nearer to the gate.
It was just the message I needed, she’s happy and that’s all we could wish for.