Jesus Loves Me

I am now the owner of a two year old. She turned two on Monday. We had Mops on Thursday. For whatever reason I was not prepared for her to move up to the 2's class so soon. I struggled and wined to the kids life workers, fought back tears and put her in class, she screamed. She was on my mind the whole meeting. I knew in my head she'd be fine and if she really needed me they would page me but the mom heart is a hard thing to convince and prone to worry. I'm in charge of setting up and tearing down before the meetings so Grace is typically one of the last to be picked up from class. On my last run to the storage closet I ran into one of her teachers, yes, most teachers even leave before I can pick her up. She reassured me that Gracie had lots of fun and did great! She colored, ate her lunch and had a blast running around and climbing on the toys. Gracie and I were sitting at the breakfast table Friday when she noticed a coloring page she had colored at Mops. She pointed at it and said "my colors!" Nothing new, I've heard that a lot from her in the last few weeks. Everything is "Mine!" or "My turn!" (Can you tell she's two yet?) So I didn't really pay much attention to it. Then she said "My colors. Jesus loves me". *sigh* OK, she can stay in the big kid class.