So today is Zara’s last day at creche…
I’ve felt this coming for quite a while now, and been fighting with myself. I do believe the carers when they say she stops crying minutes after I leave. I do believe that she benefits from the social interaction and being able to get messy with paint and playdough and sandpit activities. I do believe in resilience and pushing through. It is much easier for me to paint, and work and do all the things I need to do for myself and others in that day she is not by my side, but.
She is only 3.
She is easygoing, and no trouble.
She loves being with her mummy.
And I love being with her.
And that’s what it’s all about, when they are so little and still exploring who they are and what they need.
Last night, considering having to go she cried. This morning as I packed her lunch she cried and said for the 100th time I don’t want to go to creche, I don’t like creche. As we dropped her brother off at school and drove to the door she sobbed and sobbed, and if there wasn’t a ‘Farm show’ visiting today I wouldn’t have even walked through the gate.
I came home and cried, and wrote a letter.
Today is Zara’s last day at creche.