The day didn't exactly go as expected, but we survived and will live to go to school another day. My little sweetie awoke excited about her big day. She couldn't wait to get dressed in her uniform. She helped me make her snack (the first two days of school are minimum days, so snack only). And she couldn't wait to load up her lunch box and backpack.
Master W., whom I thought would remain completely oblivious to the proceedings, was the first to burst into tears. We were packing up her snack when my little guy started crying and it only took a moment for me to realize that had just dawned on him that his playmate, his Sissy, was going be gone for school. My heart broke a little and I did my best to console him... then he ran off to play with his cars. So much for 2.5-year-old heartbreaks!
We took lots of pictures before we left, including a couple of the snack I packed for her (cheese sticks, flower shaped watermelon pieces and a cut strawberry). Check out the kitty and doggie picks! I picked those little cuties up this summer in anticipation of school starting, and just recently received our bento boxes in the mail. This little strawberry box has a snap-top lid, which makes it easy for little hands to open. And, of course, it's pink... which makes it just perfect in Miss C.'s book.
Anyway... we arrived at school and joined the crush of parents dropping their little ones off for the first day of school. Miss C. was still all smiles as we entered her classroom, found a hook for her backpack and headed for her desk. I waited around just long enough to watch a few other parents leave then I figured it was time for me to go.
Just as I started to say goodbye with a kiss and an "I love you! See you in a few hours!", she started to tear up.
Now, I'm a big softie. And I have battled all my life with crying too easily. Seeing my daughter crying was gut wrenching... and tear inducing. Thankfully, her teacher was right there to help reassure her so I could beat a hasty retreat after a slightly tearful attempt to console her. I knew that I couldn't stay any longer... it would only make it that much harder for both of us.
I had my big tearful breakdown last week, so I was able to swipe away those few tears running down my cheeks and make it home without losing it.
At pick-up time, I took a moment to talk to her teacher and, as I suspected, she did just fine after I left. She did have a few crying jags tonight – as I suspected, she was completely overwhelmed by the sheer number of people at school. (Apparently certain introverted aspects of her parents' natures can be passed on to children – go figure!)
I'm just glad we made it. Here's hoping tomorrow is an easier day for my sweetheart!