This morning, we brought our almost three-and-a-half-year-old to preschool. Overall, it went very well, but I must admit to feeling a touch of sadness (as does her dad).
Iris’ expression here is reflective of not only the early (to us) hour, but our family’s swing between excitement and hesitancy. For us, as parents, we’ve handed our baby over to strangers who care about her no more than they do other students, which is a good thing. We have an extra monthly cost, which is never ideal. Iris is going to learn for fun and, in some cases, the hard way. Like I said, good overall.
For Iris, as a first-time student, this has to be weird. She’s not shy, and had no problem kissing us goodbye as she played with a dollhouse. But I’m guessing things will be less smooth at nap-time. Really though, I can’t stop thinking about how she’s already experiencing something I never did – preschool. Children outpace their parents in so many ways, and it starts early.
Of course, I’m also admitting to a personal upswing in all of this – more time for work and personal projects! My Mondays and Wednesdays will be starting earlier and progressing less chaotically (until February, that is), and this could mean great things for my career. I had 30 years of me-time before Iris, and I do look forward to regaining a small piece of that.
But, come 5pm, my little Squishy will be picked up by a very eager mother, who misses her face and questions already.
We had a baby.
Iris Reilly Mitchell was born on March 17, 2012 at 2:11pm. It was a Saturday, about 80 degrees, and I’m told that flowers were blooming and people were celebrating in the streets.
Maaaaaaybe that’s because it was Saint Patrick’s Day, but let’s just say it was also to honor my daughter. She is, after all, the newest member of the Grand Rapids American Irish community, and will probably have the coolest 21st birthday ever.
After 30 some hours of labor, 17 of them being the trial of my life, she is well worth it.
This may be my last post for a while… I think things are going to be a little busy. See you when I resurface!
I saw my mom last night, and the first thing she said to me was that if our baby comes as early as I did, she’ll be born tomorrow.
Granted, we technically have two due dates – March 15 and March 18. I’ve seen both in the paperwork, and realize that it’s likely to be neither of them anyway, but STILL!
Yesterday I hung out with two friends, both of whom have daughters around the age of nine. While we chatted, the girls played downstairs, ventured out into the snow and watched cute puppy videos on YouTube.
After about an hour, I heard one of the girls exclaim disbelief at the young age of the other’s mom. See, one of my friends is in her mid twenties, while the other is in her early 50s – sort of opposite ends of the age spectrum when it comes to having young children.
For my part, I was instantly taken back to my third grade classroom and a conversation a few of us were having about the ages of our parents.
“Daaaang! Your parents are oooold…”