After being home with me since April, my daughter started preschool this week. I’ve been feeling a mix of emotions as we are all transitioning into this new chapter. In sum, I guess you could say that it’s a little bitter sweet.
Bitter
On my daughter’s first full day of preschool, she cried when we dropped her off. Surprisingly, my husband and I didn’t cry. It never gets easier hearing your keiki cry, but I think I knew that she would be fine and I trusted that she would be well taken cared of.
After returning home, I had the entire day to get to the mounting “to do” list that I’ve been wanting to get to for many moons. Good, right?! Well, I got to some things, but also found myself checking the clock more times than usual to see how much closer it was ’til the time for me to pick my daughter up at the end of the day.
It’s been a transition for all of us. My daughter’s daily schedule will now be changed, and I have no one to share my meals with, no one to scold when she’s getting into mischief when I’m breastfeeding my other daughter, no one to cheer for me when I relieve myself on the toilet.
Sweet
On my daughter’s second day of preschool, she didn’t cry when we dropped her off. Just in this first week, we can already tell that this is the right school for our daughter.
I’m slowly finding my way to get to the things I know I need to do now that my daily schedule is different. I realized that I need to keep myself busy and do the things I need to do because if I don’t, then I’ll just sit around and worry about my daughter at preschool.
A major highlight is that I am now able to focus all of my attention on my baby. Baby seems to notice that her tita is no longer kissing her head every five seconds, or making a ruckus when she’s trying to sleep. But, my baby also seems to be enjoying the one-on-one time. It is such a special time for all of us!