First Day
My child’s first day of kindergarten, I get scolded by the principal.
I was only trying to park in one of the parking lots. I didn’t know it was the parking lot with the forbidden entrance between the minutes of 7:30am and 7:45am on school days. The bustling, walkie talkie holding principal set me right, trying to keep that exasperated tone out of her voice. Allen manages to stifle the guffaws until after she walks away. Well done, honey.
So we get K to her classroom early, and she walks into her classroom, sits down at her chair, and says goodbye to us.
Hours pass, hours I fill with staying busy, amusing the younger child, wanting to drive by the school, make sure it’s still there, or to stay by the home phone, in case I’m needed. In case she is distraught and they call me to come get her.
Then, 10 minutes before pick up time, I park in the CORRECT parking lot, thank you very much, so I can position myself early at the exit, so she can run into my arms. Except that I screw up the pick up time and am actually 10 minutes LATE.
The kid is fine. She had a great day. I get my hug, and feel such an overwhelming sense of relief when she is in my arms again.
I’ll probably never be prepared to let her go, but I won’t let HER know that. Mommy is just fine.
She looks so old. So tall, so school kid.
It hurts, it makes me proud she is so proud
and together, it stirs up emotion, that’s for
sure
*Hugs*. You are such a good mommy.
We are very lucky that our first-borns have it together. I have been preparing Jackson (and myself) for kindergarten (Big Boy School!) for about a year. Getting him excited and proud to be a Big Boy so that he wouldn’t revert to his shy ways and possibly cry and make me cry.
He was fine, no problems. Gave me a hug and a kiss and told me to leave.
Congrats, Kelsey!