Today my baby girl takes a big step towards not being a baby girl. It’s her first day of preschool.
And, while some of you might have had your kids in preschool or day-care since they were only a few months old (or even a few weeks old), this is her very first time in 3 1/2 years.
It’s a big deal for us and a big change.
For the past 3 1/2 years, she’s hasn’t just been babysat. She’s been lovingly cared for and attended to by my mother. While having family be her caregiver did have some downsides, overall it was the greatest care I could have ever hoped for. She was in the company of family and I knew she was safe. I knew she was hugged, and fed properly, and loved. Really loved.
Now, she’s starting preschool. I know it’s a good thing. I do. She’ll have the opportunity to interact with other kids her age, make friends, and be stimulated in ways we could not provide at home. Lots of fun will be had and she’ll learn a lot.
But, I can’t help but think of all the other little things that she’ll also experience. Things like, outside influences and picking up behavior or language that we do not condone. I also can’t help but wonder if she’ll be safe.
Will she tell me if something bad happens? Will she tell me if someone doesn’t treat her right? Will they make sure she eats properly?
I feel like I’m on a balance board. On one end, there are so many things to be excited about. Yet, on the other end, there are so many things to worry about at the same time.
Not sure that feeling will ever go away.