So it's 4:30 am as I write this and I am up. Can't sleep.
Bella starts at her new school (preschool) this morning and I am doing the peanut free parent dance in my head, thinking of the teachers I need to corner in just a few hours, the notes and fine points they need to remember in my absence to make sure Bella is reaction-free. Of course they know Bella has a peanut allergy. Of course they already have measures in place regarding foods brought in to the school, snacks they serve, and designated tables for food allergy sufferers.
But nonetheless I will still give them 'the talk' in a few hours. They will say they know how to handle her allergy, but I will tell them again what she can and cannot have. I can't tell them too many times to be careful. Not paranoid, but careful.
So I am up, going through the dialog in my head. Bella is sleeping peacefully in her room. And I am up.
Mainly I am up because my baby girl is growing up. Each of these milestones marks her advancement into her own independence. I love it and hate it at the same time.