the more they stay the same.
Not quite two years ago, I dropped H off at daycare for the first time. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done, and I sobbed pathetically as I walked down the endless daycare hallway. Not quite two years later, H is happy, well cared for and loved by his caregivers, but today found me sobbing in that hallway again.
Thanks the to the director's commitment to an early childhood theory known as continuity of care, H has had the same caregivers since the day we walked through the door. These two women are like family to me - like a sister and a favorite aunt - and I've always felt confident that they care for H as well as I would. But starting a week from Monday, H is moving to a new room, with new caregivers. I know we'll both be okay. He's going to have new challenges and new friends, and he'll be reunited with some buddies who already moved up. I know the new caregivers will take just a good care of him as the old ones did, but it was so hard moving on.
Honestly, I don't know when I got so sentimental. Someone should warn people that having a baby will turn them into a big old mush.