I’m home from drop off. My little bird with her wonky pigtails, galloped into preschool this morning, grabbing a dolly and a storybook before turning to me and saying “bye bye mama…”
She was ready, so ready for this next step. The last couple of months she cried whenever we dropped Raff at preschool, wanting to be left there to play herself. I resisted, hoping to enjoy this carefree time a while longer, but in the end, it’s not about me at all, this was her time.
So I’m home alone with no one pulling at my ankles, a hot cup of tea by my side and plans to do very little – a slice of peace in an otherwise chaotic few days.