Yesterday was the first day of JK. And by JK I do not mean just kidding. It was the first day of Junior Kindergarten. My baby is now in school all day. I know we chose the right school for her and I know she will be happy. But wow, it is hard on ME!
I could not sleep the night before the first day. I tossed and turned and could not believe my baby was old enough to be away from me all day long. She is more than ready, but I do not feel ready.
She woke up, got dressed and ready to go. She literally could not wait to leave. I have one picture from her first day of school and here it is.
The look on her face describes it all. Mom, stop taking pictures and take me to school!!
We dropped off her brothers and went to her new school. We were the first ones to arrive and she listened where she should put her lunch, her backpack, and she ran in to start working. I stood at the door, hoping I would not start crying and I said, Can I have a kiss goodbye? NO she answered, I am working here, no go home and do your work. I walked away. Tears flowing down my face. Why should I be so sad? I have raised an independent, happy, bossy little girl who could care less she is starting a brand new school. She was so happy to be there. She did not need one more kiss, or to hold my hand any longer. My baby is all grown up.
The director of our new school was so awesome and responded right away to my email I sent asking, how is my little girl doing? Of course she was fine and was acting like she had been there her whole life. I even got a picture in the afternoon. My happy girl in a circle playing the name game. She was fine, thriving, growing up and blossoming. And late last night we got a Smilebox video. 45 pictures showing us everything they did on their first day. We watched and rewatched the video this morning, showing me friends, Spanish, PE and the playground. This video allowed me to feel like I had been there on the first day. Awesome!
I sit here on day #2 and reflect. While I am typing this up and looking at this photo the tears are again flowing. I am not ready for time to go by so fast. I am not ready for my oldest “baby” to get his driver’s license this year. I am not ready for my babies to be so independent. But it is happening and I will have to let go and be proud of the wonderful kids they have become.
Each day at dropoff will get easier. I am sure it will. For now, I will have to cherish each hug and each kiss and know that it only lasts for a minute. I hope your first day was filled with fewer tears than mine was.