She sat to the table with the kids this morning, quietly eating her breakfast.
"shower me mum", she said, when it was time to get dressed for the day.
"drink bottle bag", she said, helping to pack*
The car pulled up in the car park
"daycare me", she said, and she put her bag on her back.
Across the car park she marched, avoiding the umbrella, not worried about the drenching rain falling.
"help me mum", she said, remembering that we discussed holding hands on steps yesterday.
She lead the way down to the toddler wing, right up to the door. Her teacher opened it up, and said "welcome Sophie."
And then it was done. Sleeping bag in the cupboard, lunch box on the table, ready for morning tea, and a kiss goodbye for mum.
Oh, but mum's heart was breaking.
A quick stop to chat to the centre director, who was Chloe's teacher all those years ago, and a quick phone call to the room to hear that she cried for a few minutes, then sat with the others eating morning tea.
Our last first day of daycare is done.
* the drink bottle, after diligently being carried around all morning, never made it to daycare, and has disappeared into the unknown.
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