I’m not going to cry. I’m not. I’m not. I’m not.
Okay, yes, I cried.
Today is the first day of Pre-K for Twix. And, I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit this is a bittersweet day for both Entrepreneur and me. She has been with us since the day she was born. We were at the hospital when she arrived three weeks early, one day ahead of a February snowstorm.
She came home to our house when our daughter and Peanut were living with us. We were right there with her Mama when there were concerns about health issues stemming from her premature birth.
After our daughter went back to work, I transitioned to working my job from home so she didn’t have to worry about child care. And so my journey with our second grand girl began.
Twix’s health issues improved and she flourished with so many caregivers watching over her. I made her baby food and she went everywhere with me. She took her first steps in our home and it was here she said her first words.
Even when they bought their own home and moved out, she continued to show up Monday through Friday at 7:30am while Mama went to work and Peanut went to school. We watched her grow from an infant into an inquisitive toddler…and now into a precocious preschooler.
I know she is, technically, not my daughter, but she has become such a part of me over these past four and a half years.
And now we have to let her go. As hard as this is for me, I believe it’s going to be doubly hard on Entrepreneur. She’s been his little shadow ever since she could walk, and a shining light in the middle of a very dark time for him.
She has her new backpack, new first day of school outfit, Nana-made quiet time blanket, pillow and small luvie. She is ready.
I’m just not sure I am.
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