14 days till my breakdown
Two weeks until my baby leaves home. Two weeks until my baby grows up. Just two weeks until my scheduled boo-hoo day.
Actually, tears already come easily. For three years, she has been in our care, no one else's. Occasionally a grandparent steps in, but mostly, these 2,004 days have been Momma, Daddy, Sister and Missy. Sure, it's only preschool, but everything else will follow.
My husband says, how can it hurt so bad, if you already miss out on so much? What, because I work full time it's supposed to hurt less that someone else will now care for her? Honestly, it hurts more knowing she will be dependent on another woman. It makes no difference that I wasn't filling the role in the first place.
And I worry so much. Will she be comfortable? Will she behave? Will she listen to her teacher? What if she flips out? At home, I let her try to work it out, but then I get her special blanket and cuddle with her until she feels better. I don't see that happening at preschool.
T-minus 14 days. Help, I can't breathe.
-- Amy Hollyfield