This happened for a few weeks. I cried every day.
But one day, she didn’t even notice that I left. I kept looking through the window at my baby busy playing with the toys, in the daycare lady’s arms.
That day, I cried the most.
With time, she grew up into a big girl and I grew used to her being one. Or so I thought.
Today a chilly morning woke me up to the end of summer. It was Dimples' first day of pre-K.
She went to her new classroom, shook hands with her new teacher and sat down at a little desk. I took a few pictures, gave her a few kisses (okay, more than a few) and left the room. As I waved to her from the doorway, she waved back.
And with a big smile, she whispered, 'I'll see you later.'
No screaming, no crying, no pulling at my leg - she would see me later.
But I did not cry today.
Maybe because here's what I made her wear to school. And she loved it. So maybe there is still some time before she turns completely into a big girl.
And that is a good, warm feeling.
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