First Day (She Was Ready. I Was Not.)

Today was Sophie’s first day at daycare. I’ve been talking about this for weeks — how excited I was to have a few hours during the day, how good it would be for her to play with other kids, how ready we both were.

First Day (She Was Ready. I Was Not.)

Turns out Sophie was ready. She walked into that classroom like she’d been going there her whole life, waved bye without looking back, and immediately started building something with blocks. The teacher had to gently suggest I actually leave because I was still standing in the doorway five minutes later.

I made it to the car before the tears started. Twenty minutes in the parking lot, crying over my steering wheel like a lunatic. This is what we wanted. This is good for her. She’s going to love it. So why does it feel like my heart got ripped out a little bit? Marcus keeps telling me this is normal and that I’m a good mom for wanting her to be independent. Still stings though.