But today certainly delivered on both counts.
Whilst I would love to say our household subscribes to the adage,
'Happy wife, happy life', the reality is that
'Happy Magoo , happy you' seems to be more the case.
Today the boy is happy.
And content. And well adjusted.
And did I mention happy?
Happy as a swine in wine (made that up to avoid swearing - totally copyrighting it) in his brand new Pre Kindy / Daycare set up.
Woo hoo, Alleluia, bravo, Amen and everything else to that.
As parents, we (generally speaking - rare scum not included) just want the best for our little people.
Yes, we can go about achieving this with some seriously misguided methodology at times, but with the greatest intentions at heart.
We don't want to see our little (or big) ones have to suffer needlessly.
We don't want to cause them pain or have to see others do it for us.
We don't want to pick them up from care/school/parties/play dates/the pavement and hear or see that they were sad, lonely or hurt - even if they are valid parts of life.
Moving Magoo from his familiar, small, community run daycare centre was a big decision for me.
One of so, so, so many decisions on this journey.
A decision necessary for a number of reasons.
Easy to rationalise, not so easy to execute.
So I sat on it for a while.
It took Magoo (and I) months to settle into his once-a-week care a couple of years ago and I was apprehensive about putting him through that again.
Whattayaknow?
I need not have worried.
Magoo rocked it today. The centre rocked it today.
He 'wuves evreeting' about the place.
These little people are far more resilient than we give them credit for.
They don't really need band aids or all that hand sanitiser, let alone cotton wool.
Today I can rest easy that 'Mummy did good' and Magoo did even better.
Shar :-)
