Preschool

 

My girl started preschool today. I had butterflies in my stomach this morning getting her ready. I was so nervous for her. I can only imagine that strange adults, strange kids, and a strange place , not to mention being away from me when she's been with me pretty much constantly for the majority of her life is pretty darn intimidating.


When we got there, she went right into the classroom and started playing with some toys. She happily went from activity to activity while I watched. After about ten minutes, I told her I was going to go and that I would be back soon. She got pretty upset, and begged me to stay which broke my heart, but I knew in my gut that she would be okay once I was out of sight. I hung around in the hall for about ten minutes to see how she was doing. Every once in a while she would cry, but she was easily distracted by her teachers.


I came home for a bit, and couldn't resist calling to see how she was doing. Her teacher said she was crying every few minutes, but doing okay. When I went to pick her up, her class was heading outside to play. She was so happy to see me and ran into my arms. She sometimes does this thing where her eyes are full of big crocodile tears, but she's trying not to cry so she does this fake smile thing. It seriously melts my heart when she does it. As I gave her a hug, and told her I missed her, she held back her tears and smiled. I feel so proud of my big girl trying to be so brave.


She goes back on Tuesday. I have a feeling the first couple weeks might be hard for her since she takes a little while to warm up to new experiences, but I know she will love going. On the way home, I told her I was very proud of her, and she said, "I'm proud of me too mommy". She is so precious.