I just got off the phone with my husband. I’m sweating, near tears, with this big lump in my throat that won’t go away no many how many swigs I take of Diet Coke.
A spot is opening up at the day care center/preschool just across the road from our subdivision. The place is wonderful. It is run in conjunction with an assisted living center. It accepts kids with special needs. It is not crazy expensive. It just won an award from the state for the steps it’s taking to be environmentally friendly. It is clean and bright and beautiful.
Why am I terrified?
Every day when I pick R up from her current home-run day care, she is excited to see me, gives me hugs and kisses and lots of love. But she still wants to stay there. She gives hugs and kisses to her “Other Mommy” too. And yesterday, for the very first time, R hugged her tight and said, “Bye-bye Lisa.”
And Lisa burst into tears.
How am I going to tell her? What do I say? She knows R won’t be there forever. She said earlier this week she was trying to prepare herself for the day R leaves her, because she knows it’s coming. But now that it’s actually here…
And what do I do about R? How do we tell her? How do we prepare her for this huge change? Dave said the new place will let us give two weeks’ notice to Lisa. (Aside: Is that the correct punctuation for two weeks’ notice?) Is that enough time to prepare R?
I know this is the right place for R. I know it. And I’m sure she could see Lisa (and we could finally have a weekend babysitter) occasionally, to ease the transition for everybody.
But this is going to shake her little world to its core. And that is the last thing I want.