When Eliza started preschool last fall I didn’t expect to feel anything but relief. I’d been sick, we’d moved, I was ready for a break. The preschool we’d chosen was a good one and I thought she’d love it there immediately. I didn’t expect much in the way of transition. I thought I’d drop her off and she’d be happy, engaged, fine. This wasn’t the first time she’d been in childcare and I didn’t think she’d be shy when meeting other kids.
Eliza was nervous. Some of the kids were bigger and she didn’t know a soul. She’d cling to my legs and cry when I left. Lucille hadn’t started walking yet so she hung around my neck while Eliza hung around my knees. Please God, someone peel them off of me, I thought. Read More »