In my line of work, I have the privilege of watching many young infants grow and change and eventually move on from our center. It's hard when they leave and we think back on our time together and how we've essentially been a part of that child's family from the beginning. That's our baby too!
Then today I started to think about my life as a teacher, when I would work with preschoolers and then send them on their way to kindergarten (big kid school). Occasionally, some of those littles return and enjoy making me feel older than old as they share their stories from third grade. Ummm, didn't you just learn to write your name? And here you are, looking all grown up, no baby fat....... where did my baby go?!
Truth: I am not a parent and have not yet had to go through this with a child of my own flesh and blood but I have to imagine that going through it once or twice within your family is different than sending batches of children who are like your own off each year.
Which is worse? Watching your baby grow a little each day or sending them away and having them knock at your door years later with stories of their big kid life?
Jury is still out on that one.
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