There. I wrote it. Kindergarten. My baby went to Kindergarten today. Kindergarten, Kindergarten, Kindergarten. Look at me go!Just yesterday, I couldn’t make my fingers strike the keys and today I’m typing Kindergarten like a pro.
What a difference 24 hours has made for me and for Molly!
WARNING: Most of today’s pictures look just like yesterday’s pictures except Molly is wearing a different dress. But it’s my kid and my blog so I say: Redundancy be darned!
On the way to school, I got the first sign that things were going to be fine. Molly asked me why it was taking sooooo long to get to school. The school is five minutes away.
Hmmm, maybe she’s excited???
Then she asked why she couldn’t ride the bus to school like the other kids. I explained that she is my baby and she only has one First Day of Elementary School in her entire life. I did not plan on missing it. She could ride the bus home. She could ride it to school every. single. day. this year, but today, I was driving her.
I actually got a spontaneous smile at the front doors of the school. This might go very well. There is only one thing that could derail things now. But surly that won’t happen, will it? We stepped inside the building. And that’s where we came face-to-face with my greatest fear: a crier. Poor little thing. She was so upset at the prospect of leaving her Mommy.
I felt bad, really I did, but I didn’t need Molly seeing this little cherub crying or the waterworks might start for her.
I had to divert.
Once I didn’t hear anymore crying, we ventured out into the hallway. Crisis averted.
The school staff was in the foyer of the school, greeting the kids and walking them to their classrooms. I am sure it was to reduce the amount of separation anxiety. Good Idea, I thought, but I will miss out on photo-ops. Darn.
Molly was grouped with a little boy from her class. When the staff member came to get them Molly gave me a kiss and hug and a “Goodbye Mom!” and she was good to go.
Except that’s precisely the time that the little boy standing with Molly started to cry. No, bawl. Wail. Scream for his Mom. Ugh! Two criers. This might be more that Molly could stand.
I looked at Molly and told her that he looked sad, and that she should walk with him so that he wasn’t so scared.
And you know what? It worked!
And that was that. The first day of Kindergarten was in the can. Done. Finis.
My little baby is growing up. First, she old enough to go to kindergarten and then she gets all mature on me and has a seamless transition into the school year.
Next thing you know she’ll be getting braces or driving a car or some other crazy grown-up-girl thing.
I am so very proud of you Miss Molly!