Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
It's 1:15 p.m., and my peanut made it. Her first-ever day of school is done, and she is safely at the sitter's house.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
When I asked her what she did today, she said, "We played together."
"Great!" I said, pausing to wait for more.
That was it. That's all she had to say about that.
I got some sort of story about how you can't play with loud toys on the bus because then the bus driver will be distracted and will say, "What was that?!" in a silly voice.
And I heard how the bus drove past her house and just kept driving and driving and driving and nope, it didn't turn around (I'm guessing they dropped kids off on our street first, then went to the street where the sitter is).
I did drag out of her that yes, the teacher read them a story, but she can't remember what it was called; and yes, she has something that she got to color, but could I please come pick her up so I see it now?
I might never know if she felt small, scared and all alone when she got off the bus and walked into her "great big giant" school. She might not even remember this day (I know I don't remember my first day of kindergarten, although I remember other days from that year) when she's older.
But I'll remember.
And I'll also remember that, once I knew everything was OK, I gobbled down a pack of Reese's Pieces as a reward for surviving until this moment.
Oh my! My baby girl starts kindergarten tomorrow. Thanks for posting your updates...I hope I can hold up as well as you did (although I did cry just reading your posts!!).
It's the first day of school and it's the first time in twenty years that we didn't wake a child up for school. I do and don't miss it.
Thank you for giving me a moment to cherish years past and hope for better years to come.