Today I picked Emily up from Fennies and she was in high spirits. She was quite warm and I was told she had a bit of a temperature.
Gotta keep mum with this place or Emily gets banned for 48 hours at a time at the first hint of illness. I said I put it down to warm, clammy weather, not the stream of obviously infected green snot coming out her nose.
When it came time to leave, I mentally prepared myself for Emily to ignore everyone and leave the room... while everyone said goodbye... and I was left looking the lump.
Tonight, not only did Emily SAY goodbye, she walked up to each of the minders (are they minders? teachers? nursery workers?) and said buh-bye and waved her hands at them.
I just stood there gobsmacked, thinking who's child is this? Where's the one I dropped off this morning who wouldn't know a social convention if it crept up behind her introduced itself and asked for the time.
Every now and then I catch these glimpses of what I hope Dragonflies will be able to nurture out of our little Em.
There is hope once again for the future, a future I haven't said buh-bye to yet.