New Step: Daycare

Our moms rock.  For the past two-and-a-half years, they have cared for our son, saving us thousands and thousands of dollars and, more importantly, giving us peace of mind knowing he was in the diligent and capable hands of the women who raised us.  There are no words which would adequately convey the depth of our gratitude for this service.

But it's time.  My son is two-and-a-half and in desperate need of regular contact with peers.  We have always been of the belief that socialization with his peers throughout his young years and into school is one of the most important experiences we can give him.  And now, thanks to my husband's GTA, we are able to afford it!

I checked all over looking for a preschool that would take my son this year, but in our area, preschool doesn't start until age three, and he won't be three for several months yet.  So, when a friend at church said she was toying with the idea of starting an in-home daycare, I immediately told her she'd have at least one part-timer.

We start Monday.  She's got a curriculum set up and everything!  I've already been obsessing over what we need to bring, what route to take in the mornings, and what kind of report I should expect at the end of the day.  Many of my friends have sent their kids off to kindergarten for the first time this week.  In watching them do so, I've found myself looking forward to that day, not for me - I'm sure I'll be a mess just like everyone else when that day comes - but for him.  My own school experience was just like everyone else's, I'm sure - full of ups and downs, but rich in relationships and an adventure I wouldn't trade for anything on Earth.  I know it's not kindergarten, but I am so excited to drop my son off at daycare Monday and pick him up in the afternoon.  I know it's going to be so good for him, and I know he is going to love it.