I have to recognize my grand daughter, Stella. At 8 weeks old, she starts in daycare today. My daughter, Rachel, got up at 4:30am today. My wife, Jill, got up and helped her through this difficult time for here. Rachel has separation anxiety and separating is very difficult for her.
I remember my first day taking Rachel to daycare. She was a little bit older (5 months) so I thought this would be easy. Not so. I got there in plenty of time and sat with her for a half hour. When I got ready to leave, the crying started. What was I supposed to do. Do I leave her, and run the risk of her hating me the rest of my life…or do I stay.
The daycare lady told me this is typical and that she would be fine. I didn’t believe her. So I stayed there another HOUR. When I got ready to leave, the crying began. I had to meet a client at his office, so I HAD to leave. I remember what the daycare lady said, so I decided to peak. I walked out the door, with her crying uncontrollably. When I peaked in, she was perfectly silent, enjoying the new sites!
That is the last time I was fooled by THAT!