A couple of weeks ago (or maybe that's 3 weeks ago already), we have celebrated Little Spanish Pinay's second year birthday. It is only now, it sinked to me that my baby is not a baby anymore. She's in her halfway towards leaving toddlerhood. Although she's still afflicted with mamtis, she's showing interest on independence more and more.
Yesterday, when we were in the park, she wanted to go to the slide alone. While this is not the first time, it's quite different this time though. She wanted us to be far away from the slide.
The picture above is how far she asked us to stay away from the slide. She kept pushing us and telling us LSP sola! LSP sola! (LSP on her own! LSP on her own!). If we ever move one step closer, she'd scream and would run towards us to push us even farther. She was asking me, her mami whom she has been sooooo clingy with, to step back and just let her be. I've my mouth agape.
While my heart was thumpity-thumping nervously watching her go up and down the slide, it swells with pride at the same time
Now, we are eyeing for her to join a daycare. Originally, I wanted her to stay with me till about 3yrs old and just go straight to pre-school. In a perfect world of mine even, I was imagining her to stay with me at home till about 7yrs then she'll go straight to grade school. But with my full-time day job, I can't focus on her and spend more time with her.
She's a child with big appetite for learning and discovering. She has a huge reserve of energy that needs to be channeled to different activities otherwise it just gets wasted then she gets bored then she gets fuzzy.
I cannot say I am ready for this. About 4 months ago, out Little Spanish Pinay felt for the first time how is it to be in a daycare. She entered the area, without looking back, followed the care giver everywhere she went, went to the explore the toys by herself, observed the different kids in the daycare, etc. She didn't show any sign of anxiety - just pure curiosity. She did have a serious face all through out though. She was very attentive with everything around her. She seemed to be ready for a real daycare. But not me. She's growing and I must too... so we'll see how the search for a daycare will be and how will I adapt to the new schedule. This will mean I'd have to organize myself in the morning so my work and schedule may fit to the hours that she'll have to be in the daycare.
We'll see, we'll see. I hope everything works out well.