My heart broke a little last night. When Abby started at this daycare, she instantly became all about three kids, and then quickly added a fourth after he started. As I don’t have permission from the parent’s, I’m just going to use initials. One of those kids, D, is starting pre-school. Yesterday was his last full day at daycare.
The daycare is really good at explaining to the children when and why people are leaving way in advance so it’s not a shock for them. I wasn’t too concerned about it. However, last night as we were going to bed, Abby started crying. She was sobbing that she missed D, and she wanted to see him again.
It was heart breaking. I held her. I rocked her. I tried soothing her. She will see him again. He’ll be there for school breaks, and we’ll see him in a few weeks at a birthday party, but it’s just so hard for her to understand. I so wish I could make her know that he’s not completely gone.