This post is very close to my heart and I need to get it out there.
For all the worrying and stress that Keith and I put ourselves through with the lead-up to Luke beginning daycare, you would think that each of would have some kind of stone or nervous tick to show for it. I am very proud of Luke to say that he has adjusted and adapted better than we ever could have expected. He's actually thriving in his new environment. He's begun to say more words, become more social with other kiddos, and seems to be much more easy-going about a lot of stuff. There are kids and dogs and cars and he loves every second of it. When we go to get him in the afternoon, he can't decide if he wants to come home or stay to play longer. I even mentioned to Keith on Saturday that, because things are going so well, I wouldn't mind having him go there next year and I'll teach again.
On Sunday, the dominoes began falling. Because the Daycare Lady's (Sandra) neighbor is a mean and grouchy old man, a series of events have been set in motion where Sandra is no longer able to watch Luke. Basically, my son can't continue at a place that he has done so well at because some jerk wants to have it out with his neighbor. I would like to personally give this man a huge piece of my mind or a good swift kick to the shins, but I know it won't help anything. What's done is done and my son is the one suffering the consequences.
My heart was breaking a month ago because he was going to daycare; now, it's breaking for Luke because he can't go anymore. Funny how quickly things change.