shut up and get on with it
My subject title is something my ballet teacher, Lili, would always tell us if we made a mistake. It was her version of "don't cry over spilled milk." It sounds harsh but she was a harsh teacher which also made her a great teacher. She wouldn't put up with any of our crap in class and because of that, I think that's where I learned how to be disciplined and how to persevere. The life lessons I learned in her ballet classes have stayed with me now 10+ years later.
(On a sidenote: I really miss taking ballet classes...)
All that to say, today is Audrey's first day of daycare.
Here are the things I'm sad/worried about:
1.) I don't get to stay home and cuddle and play with her all day
2.) Starting tomorrow, I won't even get to see her dropped off in the morning (it's 7:45am and she is still asleep - I plan to leave the house at 7am on school days and Jeff will get Audrey ready and take her to daycare. I'll pick her up.)
3.) What if she hates it there?
4.) What if she's still asleep when we drop her off today? Will it traumatize her to wake up in a strange place surrounded by strange people? I guess we can do our best to wake her up at least a little bit...
5.) What if she doesn't eat well? Jeff fed her the bottle yesterday while I was at a church meeting. He said Audrey kept letting the milk dribble down her chin and only drank 2 oz. before falling asleep... While I was home, I wanted to nurse her only so I didn't help her practice getting reacquainted with the bottle. I hope my choice doesn't have a poor effect on her while she's at daycare...
So there it is.
But despite these worries, I've got to just "shut up and get on with it." I've got to get back to work and Audrey's got to go to daycare. There's no getting around it. Different people's voices keep telling me she'll be fine. I've been told it's harder on the parents than it is on the child at this age. I hope that is true. I hope when I pick her up later today, I'll see her either peacefully asleep, happily drinking from the bottle, or playfully interacting with the adults or other kids at the center. And I hope her face lights up when I pick her up to cuddle her and take her home.
*sniffle*
Here we go........
(On a sidenote: I really miss taking ballet classes...)
All that to say, today is Audrey's first day of daycare.
Here are the things I'm sad/worried about:
1.) I don't get to stay home and cuddle and play with her all day
2.) Starting tomorrow, I won't even get to see her dropped off in the morning (it's 7:45am and she is still asleep - I plan to leave the house at 7am on school days and Jeff will get Audrey ready and take her to daycare. I'll pick her up.)
3.) What if she hates it there?
4.) What if she's still asleep when we drop her off today? Will it traumatize her to wake up in a strange place surrounded by strange people? I guess we can do our best to wake her up at least a little bit...
5.) What if she doesn't eat well? Jeff fed her the bottle yesterday while I was at a church meeting. He said Audrey kept letting the milk dribble down her chin and only drank 2 oz. before falling asleep... While I was home, I wanted to nurse her only so I didn't help her practice getting reacquainted with the bottle. I hope my choice doesn't have a poor effect on her while she's at daycare...
So there it is.
But despite these worries, I've got to just "shut up and get on with it." I've got to get back to work and Audrey's got to go to daycare. There's no getting around it. Different people's voices keep telling me she'll be fine. I've been told it's harder on the parents than it is on the child at this age. I hope that is true. I hope when I pick her up later today, I'll see her either peacefully asleep, happily drinking from the bottle, or playfully interacting with the adults or other kids at the center. And I hope her face lights up when I pick her up to cuddle her and take her home.
*sniffle*
Here we go........