This morning, when I dropped Lilly off at daycare, there were no tears for the second time in a row. And, when I went to pick her up just after lunch….still no tears. They said, “she did fine,” and to me the word “fine” has never sounded sweeter. I’m sure there will still be difficult days in the future, but this was such an encouraging step for us.
And speaking of steps, Lillian is walking like crazy. Its been just over a week since she started to really walk on her own, and she’s just taken off. She still has that adorable, unsteady baby-Frankenstein wobble-walk going on, but she’s getting more confident every day.
Somehow I have to believe that day care is partly responsible (she is the youngest of the five children and the newest walker). I also suspect that her newfound mobility is partly responsible for her recent confidence and comfort at daycare. She is on the MOVE. There are toys to play with and kids to chase. No time for crawling. No time for tears.
Of course, just when I’m starting to get over my massive day care guilt trip , I read this blog post over on babycenter, in which the mother is feeling guilty that her kid is thriving at daycare (versus hitting all these milestones at home). In motherhood, I guess there’s always something to feel guilty about.
But for now, I’ll concentrate on what Lilly said when we were getting into the car today, I asked her, “Did you have fun with Miss Ana?” Her reply? “Hola. Si!” That’s all I need to hear.