Personal Post : Today you started school....

Today was a day that I wish life were different.  

I wish that I was there.  

My big girl started Pre-K today and although I was able to take some time to see her off to her very first ever day of school, I had to miss hearing all about her day.  I had to miss hearing about the new friends she just made. I had to miss seeing her enthusiastic face as she saw familiar faces at the end of the day. 

It is these things that make it hard. 

To Miss Four (4) -

You were awake before Mommy this morning. 

We were sure not to make a mention of your big day all weekend long. 

It was at this moment, at a bright six o'clock a.m. that you had your first melt down. Your tears were abundant and left a trail of wet riverbeds on your rosy cheeks. 

"I don't want to go to school." 

It was your sis who came to the rescue, telling you all about how much fun Pre-K would be, the new friends you were sure to meet (yes, you were insistent that your new friends would be named Kait, like yourself) and the toys you would play with, the things you would learn and the infamous "snack time" that was to be had. 



This caused those tears to disappear.  

You were finally excited that today had begun. (Mommy, eh, not so much) 

We got you dressed. Did your hair. Fed your rumble-y tummy. We said our good-bye's to sis as she boarded the bus, as you eagerly waited (backpack on and ready to go) for  your time to come. 


We set on our journey a short time later and had a picture session (mini for course) before we entered your new Pre-School. You were being such a Big Girl, putting your tough face on proudly. 



You found a hook for your backpack, grabbing on to my hand for support. You said your goodbyes and I walked you, hesitantly into the classroom. It was here you made your first friend, who took you by the hand and lead you to the toys and a group of other new girls who were sure to make you smile. 

I left you. 

I want to say that it was without a well of tears in my eyes, but the truth is, this was the hardest day for me, ever. I mean, you are my baby. It left me silent for a long while. Thinking. 

• Were you having a good time? 
• Were you crying? 
• Were you looking back wondering where we went? 

Today is not about me though. 

Today is about you.  

I went off to work only to call to check on you through Nana and Papa and find out that you did cry for a minute, but otherwise you had a great day. 

I can not wait to hear your stories, which we all know you are sure to tell.  I can't wait to see your face and find your excitement to go back on Thursday. 

This has been hard. 

I fear it will only get harder, but it is done.

We survived. 

Bring on Kindergarten!

Love you girls! 

~Mom~