Dominic started at the new daycare this week. We celebrated.
Nathan and I spent much of the previous weekend contemplating the opportunity to enroll Dom in this new daycare. As mentioned, we had been on the waiting list for about two years. It was a comparison of two good things: his current daycare and this new option. I’ve found when I am praying for a little help in deciding between two good options, I often get the answer: “yeah, that’d be good.”
Can you imagine if that was the answer you always gave your spouse?
“Honey, where do you want to go and eat? Crown Burger or Costa Vida?”
“Yeah, that’d be good.”
…
“Hey babe, do you want to go to Smith’s or Rancho Market for groceries?”
“Yeah, that’d be good.”
…
“Sweetheart, would you like to go sky diving or free climbing with me?”
“yeah, that’d be good.”
…
That seems like a relationship recipe for success.
In the end, we chose the new daycare for various good reasons and reluctantly told the teachers and director at his old daycare goodbye. This entailed a goodbye party with his class (I think they decorated cupcakes together or something), a parting gift from teachers with loving notes written to Dom, and farewell tears.
Dom has done great at his new daycare, even though it’s only been a day and a half. He hasn’t cried when I’ve said goodbye, he was devouring his lunch of chicken parmesan and pasta on Monday, and he slept for two hours on his little cot. His new teachers told me that he’s “lovely”. That’s their word choice. They wrote it on his daily report. I wonder how lovely the other kids are.
Cousin Bamble (and the rest of my sister’s fam) came over for a little party Monday night. Let’s pretend it was a successful-daycare-transition celebration. Next time I will get balloons and a cake with a carefully cursived message: “Congrats on surviving one of the first of many, many changes in your life, little man.” We celebrate the effort and the journey, right?
The BBQ was excellent. Nathan cooked ribs all day, we devoured corn-on-the-cob and fresh fruit, and we topped it off with a Mern-made cake for dessert. You should be jealous of our bourgeois swimming pool in our backyard, filled with fresh, artesian-well water.
Bamble was sure to show us, through expression, how excellent the party is that Dom does throw.
Sciolist in the City of Salt and Saints 
congrats on a huge transition (and the my-vote-choice!!)
when folks love your child, it IS hard to leave them behind!
glad Dom showed his true colors/happy-face-in-pool feelings for the change and his family….who DO make all the difference (both UT and TX)
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Mmm…that bbq sounds tasty. so does Dom’s first daycare lunch, actually. sounds like the move was a good choice. It is always tough when you’re choosing between two good things. Glad the transition went well.
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I am totally jealous of your artesian-well-filled bourgeois pool.
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