She turned 18 months. She's old enough for nursery. We had a plan. Take her into nursery, kiss her goodbye, wave bye bye, walk out the door. Go to class. We made it through everything but the go to class part. I'm officially the typical glue-your-eyeball-to-the-peep-hole-mom. She hated nursery. Cried for 45 minutes. Stopped crying when snack came out. What did I tell you? The girl can eat. Last week was much better. The crying only lasted 5 minutes. I wasn't prepared for the aching heart I had while listening to my baby girl cry on the other side of the door. All she wanted was me. I could have so easily fixed her fear and sadness. I didn't though, and I'm grateful. This kind of love is truly just unreal!
3 comments:
awww She is so cute!! You always dress her in the cutest clothes too! I can't wait til rubi can go to nursery!
Oh man! Love her curls and love that she keeps a bow in her hair unlike Jo! ha.
Nursery is SOOOOO hard! The first time I ever took Joce she cried so hard she threw up - she still hasn't out grown that so Bryan or myself have been stuck in there with her. Nursery is literally torture! AHHH - So glad it's gone smooth for you.
are you serious, curly hair! Love her. Sorry about the nursery thing I hated that part so bad, I would have gone in though if they would let me.
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