Bye bye baby
My littlest little, Teagan the 19 month old, starts “preschool” this week. And I am le sad.
I know that she’ll have fun; she loves people and songs and books and playtimes. And the school–the toddler counterpart to my son’s Montessori preschool–couldn’t be better. I know that she’ll learn lots and make friends. I know that on the days that I don’t work at the library, I’ll be able to write and hopefully cut out the number of nights I work in Starbucks until midnight, freezing and yawning and listening to off-key homeless banjo playing.
I know she won’t resent me for having two jobs, for working to further my career, for choosing a safe place for her to explore learning and new faces.
I know this is the next stage for our family.
I know all babies grow up, even dimple-cheeked, feisty blond ones.