My Little Maestro

Reilly's last day at daycare #1 was Fri, Jan 30th and we were all eager to start him in his brand-spanking new daycare on Monday. Would he cry? Would he feel comfortable? But, alas, God had another plan and we were forced to delay his attendance for one week while he got over a double ear infection and conjunctivitis in BOTH eyes (a parting gift??). His pediatrician suggested I give Reilly a break from the outside world so he could have a chance to get better without picking up any more ailments. Since it would take 48 hrs to be sure he wouldn't spread his illness to other unsuspecting children (and, gulp, parents) we decided that it would be in Reilly's best interest to stay home for a week. In my structured mind, that fit well, because it gave processing time and complete closure of daycare experience #1 and complete readiness to encounter daycare experience #2 (yes, my affinity toward psychology trickles down to how I interpret my son's life, too). I realized very quickly that the "extra" time was a gift from God before I went back to work (no, I don't have a job yet, but I have a feeling one is sneaking up very soon). Happily, and most contrary to my blog name, this mommy didn't "run" around like I normally do. It was a wonderful time.  Yes, he wanted me to hold him more than usual because he didn't feel well, and boy is my boy getting heavy! Yes, he threw up on me a few times which incidentally doubled my overwhelming laundry obligation (his puke-y clothes + my puke-y clothes plus whatever else got in the way). And, yes, I did finally get sick with exactly the same ailment as my little cookie. But guess what? I don't care. All I could see (by the grace of God, which luckily stamp out my OCD tendencies) was the extra time I was allowed to spend with my little buddy and all I could feel was the urge to do any and everything I could to make him feel better. Once again, note to self: THIS is what unconditional love is (more on that in another blog). And today, Mon, Feb 9, my boy was 100% ready to go to his new daycare where we were all greeted with the wonderful news that Reilly was the only child in his class today. This meant he had 3 smiling ladies greet and encourage him to join them on this very iffy first day, not just one. Not one single tear was shed (like at the other daycare).  Rather, he actually seemed excited to play with new toys and people. Now, I don't mean to be getting ahead of myself, but let's just say my mommy instinct is telling me that FINALLY, finally, FINALLY, everything is going to be all right.

**Oh, and the pics above show what insisted upon doing most of the week. No, no concertos yet.**