daycare drama (in my head at least)

so yesterday was the first day of daycare.  yep.  and they survived.  what a shock. and while i didn’t fare as well at first, by the time i picked them up i realized they would be fine.  just fine and dandy.

what is it about full-time daycare that strikes fear in the hearts of moms?  i’ve had a pretty sweet ride- i’ve been home-based since they were both born.  got to spend their entire first years with them at home and catch all those ‘firsts’. but enrolling them was equivalent to kenneling them in my mind.  maybe its my fear – fear of not being there for some type of ‘emergency’- such as an untied shoe or waking up from a nap with a bad dream.  but i think its a control issue deep down- knowing that i’m relinquishing control of their care and turning it over to someone else. for a little while each day. 

and great things happened yesterday:

cole finally fulfilled his life-long dream of becoming a van-rider. yes, its true.  much like the spiderman web-blaster, its all he’s ever wanted.  to get out of class 5 minutes early and ride a van 2 blocks. amazing what a 6 yr old’s needs are.  apparently, he winked at the van driver and gave her the little ‘point’ with his finger- like a hollywood star arriving at his premiere. she said she almost couldn’t drive the van back to the daycare she was laughing so hard.

david, on the other hand, experienced his first full day of ’school’. so excited in fact that he dressed himself.  and while his potty-training skills are far from honed here at the casa, he’s very able and aware of his ‘voiding’ issues at school. that and sitting down like a nice young man to eat cereal (with milk) for breakfast like he’s done it all his life. not a pop-tart or diego cartoon in sight.

two small steps for boys and one giant leap for mom-kind.