George starts Daycare!

Yesterday was a day.

One of the biggest days of my mama life.

Yesterday was George’s first morning at daycare.

He is going two mornings/week to a wonderful home daycare run by a mama friend of mine. And oh my goodness, you guys, he did incredible. I totally shed a few tears in my car…I wasn’t upset about leaving him; I couldn’t think of a better daycare provider for him, but it was a big mama moment for me. My baby is growing up. And there is nothing I can do to stop it ;)

He handled drop-off like a champ with zero tears and he made quite the beeline to the trucks and cars. I picked him up and he was sleepy but happy + I was told he was  great eater and snacked a lot (WHAT!? AMAZING!). I held off on nursing him there + decided I would do so at home when I put him down for his nap. We got in the car and he was very obviously sleepy (and shedding a few exhausted tears which broke my mama heart) and then quiet. I looked back and he was sleeping. Soundly. Without having been nursed. WHAT THE WHAT.

Honestly, what is happening in my life. Heart eyes forever.

It’s funny because when George was an itty bitty baby I remember loving every most moments but always wondering about and anticipating the future–his first steps, his first friend, all his firsts. I was excited for all the growing up my son would be doing.

But now that I’m in the middle of his first experience at daycare, I am blown away by how big he is. By how confident and independent he is. By how incredibly social and genuinely happy he is. And I couldn’t be more proud of him. I can’t help but want time to slow down just a little so I can hold onto these sweet (and big) moments of my life. These are the days, you guys!

The tears I cried this morning were full of mixed emotions: complete joy that my child is happy + feels safe and secure, pride as George is interested in making new friends + being in a new environment, and a feeling of sadness with the idea of not being needed anymore and definitely not needed in the way I once was (when I read this back, I understand how silly it sounds, but hey, truth).

As I nursed George to sleep last night, I was every bit intentional with the cuddles and the quiet rocking of my sweet growing baby boy. Gosh, I don’t know how my heart can handle all these firsts. I feel like I’m going to burst.

Yesterday was a day. A very big and beautiful day.

XO