My baby started school today. No longer a toddler, she’s officially a preschooler.
I was not prepared. I had her clothes all laid out, my clothes all laid out, we left the house on time…but she’s been so excited about the idea of school that I expected her to run happily into the classroom and never look back. I would be free to go run errands without dealing with the carseat and have a couple of hours to relax, clean the house, knit…whatever. Instead, I had to peel her arms from around my legs and give her a firm push towards the blocks the teachers had put out for the kids to play with. And then I nearly lost it when I saw her bottom lip quivering and her eyes filling up with tears. I don’t think it helped that nearly half the kids in her class were already sobbing.
I barely made it out to the car before I completely lost it. They gave each parent a “first day survival kit” with a poem about how hard leaving is, and it contained a tissue, a Hershey’s kiss, and a tea bag.
You know what, though? She loved it! According to Carolyn (who apparently can recognize her name spelled out – who knew?) preschool was “really, really, really fun!” and she can’t wait to go back next week. I, on the other hand, haven’t quite recovered!
She’s so grown up! She’s adorable.
My 2 year old just started a Mom’s Day Out type program a few weeks ago. I was the exact opposite and expected many tears and much sadness. Instead he just ran off to play with the other kids and just waved goodbye. I had to chase him down for a hug! It was also a little heartbreaking, but for different reasons.
So glad Carolyn ended up enjoying it! They are growing up so fast!