As we waited for the girls to finish school (only 2 hrs on this first day) we took the little dude to his new daycare.
Now, here’s the thing. I did not want to do daycare. In fact I have been vocal about it. I wanted preschool, just 2 hrs so I can feel like I don’t need it and to ensure it is more of a benefit to him (aka pain in the ass to me) than benefit to me!
But the preschools are full on the island.
This is where the obsessive part of me gets frustrated. I plan, and I plan well for everything (YES, everything!) I had him on the preschool list at conception. Yes, conception.
Then we moved.
Then we found a spot at daycare.
And it is an awesome daycare… but if I call it preschool every now and then, please forgive me… allow me this slip up just to make myself feel better.
While we waited, there was coffee and muffins for the parents, a kind of meet and greet thing.
Except no one meeted or greeted us.
We tried to make eye contact, we did that friendly smile at the ready when someone walked by… but nothing. No one talked to us.
We grabbed the girls after school and let them have a play. The little one went on about her new friends and how much she loved the school (traitor). When I asked our 8yr old if she had made friends she looked at me wisely and said “ it’s a process mom. You don’t just make friends in an hour”
How right she is. How right she is.
So, we keep our smiles on. I try to make eye contact instead of looking at my feet (damn that’s hard) and we trust that friendship is a process and that it will come.
Please, let it come.