A few months ago, I dropped my oldest daughter off for her first day at kindergarten. I worked hard to hold back the tears, but I did it...that is until I got in my car, and I blubbered like a baby as I drove all the way home. I was so bad, even my three-year-old told ME to stop crying! I spent every second of my oldest daughter's first five years with her. No work, no preschool. Just us. Many thought I was crazy. Some told me I was making the wrong choice, but I knew in my heart my husband and I were the only ones who could raise a kind, well-adjusted, bright and loving child.
The house is quieter now, but the joy has crept back in, knowing it was I who changed her diapers, I who sang to her, read to her and loved her. I didn't miss a moment.
After that first day of drop-off, some mothers met at a local coffee shop for some emotional support. As I sat there with my youngest, one mother was taken aback that she wasn't in preschool. She asked me when she was going to start. I said she wasn't. And she literally GASPED when I said that! She looked at me like I was crazy and said: "Well, that is too bad." Can you believe that? In my heart, however, I was smiling, knowing that I will get two more uninterrupted years with my little one. I cannot wait to experience those precious moments with her.
Thank you for being my surrogate mom and for helping me shape the way I raise my kids and love my husband, who is an amazing and strong father. I definitely chose wisely when I chose him.
A thousand thank yous,
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