Daycare Drama!

Our daycare was in the process of being sold.  Unfortunately, it sounds like the new owner's application was denied.  We learned about this Saturday evening rather abruptly from the current owner in a message saying the daycare was closing effective immediately (quite contrary to the plan that had been laid out).  Talk about a shock to the system.

I hate change.  I hate uncertainty.  I hate feeling like there is nothing I can do (that's pretty much the definition of needing to find a new daycare on a weekend night).  More than ANY of that, I loathe the thought of Avery being thrust into a scary/new situation that I can't explain to her in a way she would understand.

While I solved the need to obtain care I feel good about both for the immediate (this week) through the graciousness of a friend and neighbor and the assist of their nanny and for the longer term (starting next week) at a center that seems to have a program that seems like a good place for Avery to keep growing and learning... I can't eliminate the change in Avery's world.  I know that we'll look back after the dust is settled and all will be well, but right now I remain a bit stressed and trying to shake it off.

We're going to miss Avery's teachers. Maybe even one of her friends will join us there too.  I am hopeful that maybe we'll see someone at our new place as they are hiring and taking other students, but I know that's a long shot.

I prayed for guidance to know the right place and I do feel like I was pointed in a direction that points back to God, so I am trusting in Him that this is the place for us.

Our First Thank You for Allowing me to be your Mama Day

I never thought there would be a day when someone wished me "Happy Mother's Day"  either out of not realizing I didn't have children or because they knew how much I loved my dogs and addressed them as my babies, but here we are.  This weekend I celebrate my first Mother's Day with my baby in my arms (I guess in my mind I allowed myself to celebrate a little last year too, but this year it's so very real).

I joked that Avery took me for dinner (Chic-Fila) and shopping last night.  I ended up buying myself a couple of pairs of shorts and a beautiful rose gold and diamond ring on which I splurged as a memory of my first Mother's day.  While we were at Chic-Fila I went about as I normally do, eating and talking to her, holding her on my lap when I am not working on eating the sandwich, tickling her, giving her kisses, and allowing her to explore things (like the crumpled up bag).  In general - enjoying her and trying to ensure that she isn't disrupting anyone else around us.

As the table across from us left a woman stopped and said how much she enjoyed watching our interactions (noting all of the kisses) and stating "she is truly a loved baby".  My heart is touched.  I love this little girl so very much and I'm glad that you can see that from a mile away.  I know I won't get everything right, heck I'll be lucky to get half of it right, but last night I felt like a good Mom and I appreciated hearing it.