I’d say it’s a pretty unique day in the calendar already. Now it’s even more special.
It’s a much awaited day, though in the last many months we haven’t waited for it so avidly. Jackie came home already. She is ours. She won’t notice a great change.
Because of kindergarten we feel that we entered a true rhythm of life. For now. Two other girls started kindergarten mid year, and Jackie befriended the littlest new one, like a big sister. She loves little girls. She still wants a little sister.. in the meantime I delight in her tenderness with the more vulnerable ones in a group. How wonderful to not dwell on making important friends, and instead going out to befriend the new, the little, the shy. She is a girl after my own heart. This whole week she went to kindergarten with courage and determination …this after the first week of tears and dread. She now has a purpose and she says with decisiveness that she likes it “at school”.
Yesterday she was telling my mom that when she was a baby she called for her mommy and her mommy never came. And she cried and was very sad. Unknowingly I did something huge on the matter. In order for her not to wet the bed while stubbornly not wearing a pull-up, I told her to call out to me and I will help her to the bathroom. Climbing down from the loft to take her to tinkle a few times a night, quickly became old… especially as she would call me down again for just a few drops, just so I could hold her. The upside is that she has not wet the bed since we established that she would call out if she needed help. She still lifts her bedhead hair up and says with a huge smile: “I called you and you came!!”