Before the last two days, I would come in to Talia's cloakroom with her, watch while she took off her coat and changed her shoes; then after giving her a kiss and a hug, she'd go into her class and we would head home. But on Friday something changed.
She told me she didn't want me to come in the cloakroom! "Can I go down to my classroom by myself?" she asked as we were walking towards Isaac's cloakroom. I was a bit uncomfortable with sending her alone, so I asked if I could walk her down, but not come in the cloakroom. "Okay!" she said.
Then today she did the same thing and I was relegated to standing in the courtyard, waiting for her to wave goodbye. And we did and Leila and I went.
I'm actually okay with this. It means that Talia is comfortable and happy. It means she feel secure in the knowledge that she can do these things for herself and I will still be there. It means she asked me for some space and I can respect her by giving it to her.
But it is a little cold standing in the courtyard. Maybe it was just the wind that caused my eyes to tear up as I waved goodbye through the window.