Big Girl School
One morning last week daddy woke G up since she had slept-in unusually late within the cozy folds of our bed.
He said, "Wake-up princess." She kept her eyes closed.
Then he said, "Are you ready for your first day of school?" She popped open her eyes and broke into a wide grin.
Before she started preschool, every time I'd mention school to her, she became giddy. She'd been taking H to school for two years, but always had to leave with Mommy. At times I had to bribe her, then pull her away from the playroom there. I could have waited to put her in preschool, but I wanted her to be able to go with H for a few months before he starts kindergarten.
When we got to school that morning, she raced to put her new princess lunchbox in the fridge, then methodically went to the nap room to put her blankie in the cubby she shares with H. The school director took her hand, introduced her to another new girl, then showed them the ropes in the bathroom, which G was already an expert in, having gone there most mornings when dropping H off.
With all the chaos of our house buying, selling and moving, I don't want to overlook this wonderful event. I have been a less than perfect stay-at-home mom. It's no secret that I've struggled with it. I've been clueless about planning enriching activities for the kids, and my frustration has surfaced far too often than was good for anyone. She, as H, deserves to learn and thrive in an environment that lives up to her potential.
I cried on her first day of school not because she is no longer home with me, but because I was sad about how inadequate I've been with her, and with H on his days home with us. In moving forward, I can only promise to be a better mother during those now-precious hours I'm with them.
He said, "Wake-up princess." She kept her eyes closed.
Then he said, "Are you ready for your first day of school?" She popped open her eyes and broke into a wide grin.
Before she started preschool, every time I'd mention school to her, she became giddy. She'd been taking H to school for two years, but always had to leave with Mommy. At times I had to bribe her, then pull her away from the playroom there. I could have waited to put her in preschool, but I wanted her to be able to go with H for a few months before he starts kindergarten.
When we got to school that morning, she raced to put her new princess lunchbox in the fridge, then methodically went to the nap room to put her blankie in the cubby she shares with H. The school director took her hand, introduced her to another new girl, then showed them the ropes in the bathroom, which G was already an expert in, having gone there most mornings when dropping H off.
With all the chaos of our house buying, selling and moving, I don't want to overlook this wonderful event. I have been a less than perfect stay-at-home mom. It's no secret that I've struggled with it. I've been clueless about planning enriching activities for the kids, and my frustration has surfaced far too often than was good for anyone. She, as H, deserves to learn and thrive in an environment that lives up to her potential.
I cried on her first day of school not because she is no longer home with me, but because I was sad about how inadequate I've been with her, and with H on his days home with us. In moving forward, I can only promise to be a better mother during those now-precious hours I'm with them.
posted by Anne at 12:12 PM
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