Her First Day
I was not happy on the day I had to send my oldest to kindergarten. Her younger brother wasn't either. The two of them did everything together and were the best playmates. I hadn't sent her to preschool because it didn't work for our family and I knew she didn't need it so putting her on the bus that day for all-day kindergarten was very difficult. I could tell she was nervous about her teacher and making friends but she bravely marched onto the bus that first morning and I bravely held it together until we'd gotten back to the house.
All day we moped around, missing her. I had no idea how she would react to adults she didn't know. Would she be too chatty? Would she be afraid to ask where the bathroom was located or if she could go? Would kids be nice to her? Would she enjoy learning and work hard? She and I had been pretty inseparable for five years and relinquishing control over her environment was a challenge. Plus I just missed knowing what she was up to all day and who she was with and how she was doing. Her brother didn't know what to do by himself. It was a long day waiting for her to come home.
At the appointed time we were at the bus stop, anxiously awaiting her return and to hear all about her first day. Our bus drops the kids off on the opposite side of the street when they come home so once it had stopped, she got off and came running across the street into my arms yelling, "MOM! IT WAS AWESOME!"
It was a heart happy moment I'll never forget. I felt such relief and joy and immediately got teary. I can still picture her cute heart skirt, her hair braided and the pure excitement on her face as she ran (safely) across the street to me. I'm grateful she has a good school to attend, kind teachers, that she loves learning, she works hard and is successful. Mostly I'm just grateful she's my daughter and that I'll always have that sweet moment to hold on to.
All day we moped around, missing her. I had no idea how she would react to adults she didn't know. Would she be too chatty? Would she be afraid to ask where the bathroom was located or if she could go? Would kids be nice to her? Would she enjoy learning and work hard? She and I had been pretty inseparable for five years and relinquishing control over her environment was a challenge. Plus I just missed knowing what she was up to all day and who she was with and how she was doing. Her brother didn't know what to do by himself. It was a long day waiting for her to come home.
At the appointed time we were at the bus stop, anxiously awaiting her return and to hear all about her first day. Our bus drops the kids off on the opposite side of the street when they come home so once it had stopped, she got off and came running across the street into my arms yelling, "MOM! IT WAS AWESOME!"
It was a heart happy moment I'll never forget. I felt such relief and joy and immediately got teary. I can still picture her cute heart skirt, her hair braided and the pure excitement on her face as she ran (safely) across the street to me. I'm grateful she has a good school to attend, kind teachers, that she loves learning, she works hard and is successful. Mostly I'm just grateful she's my daughter and that I'll always have that sweet moment to hold on to.
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