First Day of School

Well this was a fine-how-do-you-do. When did my baby get big enough to go to school? Mama had a hard time with this one. Emmy and I have been together pretty much everyday for two and half years. And the only exceptions were when she was at a grandparent's house, other family's or a close friend's. To take her and leave her somewhere with strangers did not compute in my brain. I knew she'd do great and lots of her friends were already in preschool or went to daycare, so she was ready to join the club. I wasn't. I tried to prepare. Tried to look on the bright side: More one-on-one time with Aidan (we need it), more independence for her, more time to clean (yeah, right). But that first day, I saw no bright side. When I dropped her I immediately called Dave and then my Mom, crying that I put her in the wrong shorts - they were too hard to pull up and down and I pictured her having embarrassing toilet accidents all day long (she didn't).

She did great though. And I survived too. But I do miss her and the best part of the day has become seeing that sweet face come out the door to go home.

After I picked her up on the first day I asked her questions about her day. "Did you have a snack?" "No." "Who did you play with?" "Nobody would play with me." Turns out, with further grilling, she DID have a snack, and she DID play with several of her new classmates. My sister told me that they give all kids a list of things to say to their mothers about school just to freak them out, with hunger and loneliness being the top two.

Aidan misses his sister while she's gone. I'm not as much fun apparently. And we've only been late once so far - late to drop off, early to pick-up.