Saying Goodbye

Today is the last day my daughter will be going to her current daycare in the north end of the city. Next week, she will start coming downtown in the mornings with me and her Daddy to a new daycare, with new teachers and new kids. I'm both excited and nervous about how the coming weeks will go for her. With her new proximity to my work, I'll be able to get to know her friends and teachers more than I was able to before. But today I am mainly sad. She is too young realize that she is saying goodbye to her classmates and teachers, people that she has come to love and talks about regularly at home. Some of the kids she has known and seen regularly for more than a year. Hopefully, there will be playdates and outings to see these old friends that she likes so much. I don't know if next week she will cry at her new school, not understanding why she is not seeing her friends and teachers that she knows. Time will tell. And time, and love and hugs, will heal and make her forget. But I won't. And yet I know that this will replay itself many, many more times over her life, probably more difficult each time. Today, my husband will take photos and give out cards and chocolate, and they will return home, my daughter unaware that the day-to-day of her life has changed. But we'll know.