I just got a phone call from a daycare. They said that we finally made it in. Dominic just had his 18-month appointment today. We put our names on that daycare’s waiting list when I was 2 months pregnant. You do the math.
I started to think about the possibility of switching Dom to this new place. And it made me cry. Well, I suppose it didn’t MAKE me cry. It didn’t grab my arm, twist it around, pin me to the ground and say, “NOW CRY, YOU!”
I felt emotional because I remembered all of the wonderful women at Dom’s current daycare.
I remembered how they all know him so well: his current teachers, his past teachers from the infant room, and the teachers in the older classrooms.
I remembered the cute things that they have taught him in Spanish.
I remembered the times they have called when he missed a couple of days home sick.
I remembered how they offered help, if needed, like bringing a dinner, just in case.
I remembered how on his first birthday, they gave him a cupcake to eat, he made a mess, and they took pictures to text to me.
I remembered how they gave him a pudding cup to eat and again took cell phone pics to text me.
Anyway, I don’t know what to do. Should I send him to a new daycare?