On second thought

Okay, maybe I spoke too soon. Today was Mia's first day at daycare and I felt as if I lost my best friend. I was fine until we took her to the back room with the other kids and she preferred the comfort of her daddy's lap. I watched from the other room on a little television. I thought this was a great benefit until I realized how gut wrenching it can be to watch your child look overwhelmed and bewildered by the whole experience and you are unable to comfort her. I started crying and left the room to go outside. The perky daycare provider told me not to worry that all parents experience this. I wanted to tell her a few things, but I didn't. Dennis came over and tried to calm me down. Keep in mind, it is 7:30am on 6th street and the coffee shop was packed. I'm certain most people thought I was just diagnosed with a terminal illness. Haven't had a cry like that in quite some time. I decided to take Mia home with me at noon. I'm also not taking her back tomorrow. I need one more full day with her. I have to keep in mind that I have a great opportunity ahead of me and I'm really dying for some adult interaction. I know she will be fine...she is such a happy little soul. I'm just not convinced this is the best option for Mia or me. Something just seemed wrong about the whole thing. She should be able to eat with her bunny at the table, drink from a sippy cup, snack all day, and sleep when she wants...shouldn't she?