Officially a One

Today when I went to drop Mason off, I was informed that the day had finally come…. Mason’s stuff had been cleared out of the nursery and he’s now a One full time. For good. He’s been doing partial days and hours here and there for the last month or so, but the last time we’d talked, it had sounded like it would probably be May before there was an opening for him.

His teacher asked to give him a hug before we went down there and I handed him over and tears filled my eyes as she said goodbye to him but assured him she would still see him now and then. This is the woman who has been caring for my son 9 hours a day for months. Who sees him more than I do. Who makes him laugh and smile without even having to try. My eyes filled with tears and I tried to blink them away. I’m not the type of person who cries over things like this.

I walked him down the hall and tried to avoid thinking about him never being in the nursery again. No longer sleeping in the crib he’s slept in for the past 6 months or the pack and play he slept in for the 4 months before that. About the toys he loves in there and the familiarity that his teachers have with how to convince him to take a nap or what to watch for with him getting too hot for his helmet. No, I couldn’t think of those things because I was NOT  going to cry.

I brought him into the ones, talked to the teachers for a few moments, and left the room. As I walked down the hall, my mind raced with all the things these people didn’t know about Mason, that they couldn’t have possibly learned in an afternoon here and a morning there. I turned back and popped my head in to ask if they were familiar with the proper way to heat breastmilk. Of course they were, they’d been working there for years.

And there sat Mason, on a little chair, at the table, spoon in hand eating his breakfast. Not in a high chair. Not hand feeding himself. Eating scrambled eggs with a spoon. My baby had disappeared in the twenty seconds it took me to walk down the hall.

I cried all the way to work.

12 thoughts on “Officially a One

  1. Becky Post author

    Don’t you wish you could bottle time and be able to slow it down or rewind it a smidge if you wanted too? It just goes way too fast.

  2. Janice Post author

    Awww… time flies by so fast. This post just made me so sentimental thinking about my own 5 week old baby, Ziggy. He’s gonna be my last baby and so I treasure every single second I spend with him.

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  3. Kerry McCullough Post author

    Oh my gosh, that is so sad. I can only imagine how hard that must be for both parties. I was talking to my friend who is a nanny about this– she is getting ready to move on once the twins she watches turn 2 this fall. It must be so hard to care for these kids every single day and then just leave. She’s had to do it with 3 families now 🙁

  4. Jennifer Post author

    I cried while I read this. I have to do the same thing in a few months, and I’m NOT looking forward to it.
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  5. Joanna Jackson Post author

    He can sit at a little table and eat by himself, spoon-feeding himself? Really? Wow! I didn’t realize babies were supposed to be able to do this at this age. Impressive. Does he eat like that at home, too?

  6. Annie Post author

    Oh girl! I’m right there with ya! I just posted this same exact thing on my family blog! 🙁 SO SAD!!!!!!!!!! I too cried all the way to work yesterday! SNIFF SNIFF!

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