I knew it was coming but it didn’t make it any easier.
My nursery nurse who replaced my visiting health visitor came to see us for the last time today before she moves on to a new job closer to home. Despite enjoying working in a great team, she is sick of the commute and getting stuck in the crazy traffic so has made the hard decision to let go and move on.
During these past months it’s been surprising just how many people I have welcomed, got to know and sadly had to say goodbye to. From midwife’s who see you through your pregnancy and meet your newborn briefly before you have to leave hospital to a nursery nurse who appears to really understand your needs and supports your views. Even the librarian that has been doing rhyme time for years has moved on. Each sharing a small part of the journey as my child grows from a baby to a toddler who is becoming increasingly more independent.
I know you can’t hold on to people realising that we all have our own paths to travel down in life. Feeling blessed for having been fortunate to meet several of these people is the only way in which to look on this aspect of life. Yes it hurts and feels painful inside but you wouldn’t keep a butterfly in your hand as it would feel imprisoned and die so you wish them well believing that they will shine where they are called to be.