Friday will be Annalyn’s last day with her babysitter, and on Monday, she’ll start full-time daycare.I’m really excited for her. And sad. And nervous. And feeling a little bit like I’ve got whiplash.
Every time I think about it, I feel differently. I know we’ve made the right choice and that this is best for Annalyn and for our family.
But she’s been going to this babysitter for two years. Two years! For two years, it’s been her second home. Her second family.
And even though she’s going to learn so much and make new friends and get consistent physical therapy at her new daycare, I know she’ll miss her friends. We both will.
I feel this back and forth about almost every decision I make regarding Annalyn. Should we potty train now or later? Use Pull-Ups or only big-girl panties? Call the doctor about her runny nose or wait it out? Move her to a twin bed or keep her in her crib as long as possible?
Even when I know (KNOW!) the right answer, my heart still wavers. And it’s been like this from the beginning. You know what I’m talking about, right? Bottle or breastfeed? Disposable or cloth diapers? Stay at home or work?
Sometimes – like, for me, the working question – we don’t really have an option. But when we do? Ugh. Being a mom, being the grown up – it’s hard!
Have you struggled with any big decisions lately (parenting-related or not)?
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