1st day of Preschool

Today was the first day for my 4 1/2yr old to start Preschool. What an emotional moment for a parent when their children reach this stage. As a stay at home mom who never had a babysitter for my girls except on rare occasions I found myself a little anxious, ok, a lot of anxiety. I was always looking forward to the day when she would be old enough to start school and get to that point in her life. Although I don’t want her to grow up to quickly I have always had the attitude that school was part of growing up and its just part of getting bigger. So I never seen myself as the mom who would cry with tears running down my face as she walked away or at least I told myself I would not be one of those moms.

I found myself last night becoming really anxious for her. I even told my husband I think I am more nervous for her than she is about it all. Really that’s what it was about, I’m more nervous for her than the idea of not being able to have that watchful eye over her. Then again her preschool is only 2hrs a day 4 days a week with every other Friday a parent has to go in with her for a “parent evolvement workshop”.  So anyway, after not being able to fall asleep easily last night I found myself awake a 6am ready to start this new morning routine.

Thankfully I had got everyone’s clothes out last night and had her snack and juice box already to go in her backpack. I made my coffee and just took a moment to breath to prepare myself for this moment in her life when she begins to meet new friends, learn new things, etc. Lucky for us she is use to being around others kids in her dance class and also at Sunday school so she wasn’t to freaked out by the other kids standing all around her! As all of us parents stand there and watch our children wave by to us, with a grin on their face, as they walk into the school I feel a little lump in my throat. At that moment my 3yr old who is watching her best friend walk into school cries, “She didn’t say bye to me.”  I tear up and thankfully they didn’t roll down my face! I was determined I wasn’t going to cry.

So after getting home and having my youngest following me around like a lost puppy, I barely got anything done when I realized it was already time to go pick her up. She comes running out with a huge smile, tells me all the fun she had and how she wanted to go play with everyone on the playground before we go home, all while my youngest is holding onto her hand as tightly as possible determined she isn’t going to let go. Yet again, I admit to my husband, “I worry over nothing like usual” Then again as a Mom, don’t we worry about mostly everything with our kids?

Best Friends, Holding Hands.