Today was a sad day. It was little Miss B and my last Daisy wrigglers. We started at Daisy tinies when Beatrix was 3 weeks and 6 days old. She was tiny. I was in shock. I didn’t know how to get to know this tiny person when. My heart ached for my boy who needed me but I was unable to do so much. I knew I needed some time with just her so we could get to know each other.
Daisy tinies and Tara gave us that. A safe haven once a week where I was just a new mum. When I could focus on this tiny little girl who was so different from her brother. Learn to love each other. For though I had carried her and delivered her safe into the world via c section I was yet to know her.
Dutifully each week we went, even when it felt more effort than I had fuel in the tank. I knew I would feel revived and reconnected from the time with my daughter. It was such a warm and supportive environment, every week I would close my eyes and listen to Tara’s affirmations and try to hold them for the next week.
Teenies became wrigglers and I loved watching all the babies get on the move. I loved watching Beatrix glow in solo attention once a week. We loved the interaction with babies her own age and seeing what was in the box each week.
Now on the move and swimming once a week our journey with daisy and Tara is over. We are sad but grateful. Grateful for such a safe place. Grateful for the time and laughter. We will miss all our Daisy friends but look forward to our next adventures.