Um. Excuse me. I just dropped my baby girl off for her first
day of preschool.
I’m not screaming and crying like I expected, but I did tear
up just a bit.
Her teacher’s are sweet as pie and were there to greet her
with big smiles. She already is calling
the kids in her class her friends, and she sat down by a girl named Natalie. She was eyeballing mommy and daddy as we made
our way out the door, ready to boo-hoo, but she held it together and ate the
froot loops at her table.
She really wanted to read the books on the shelf. Her teacher told her no. I get it, I really do.
When I went in to wake her up this morning she asked where
we were going. I told her it was her
first day of school. She replied first
with asking where Tucker was going to go
and that she was going to miss him.
Second she said…and my heart smiled…”I just want to sleep some more!” Gave me a glimpse into the future for sure.
I made some cute little tags to put on bottles of lotion for
her teachers. They said “Here’s Hoping
for a SMOOTH year.” Millie put them on
her teacher’s desk. She unloaded her
snack into her basket and her change of clothes (in case of a potty accident)
too. She hung her bag up. Smiled by her cubby for her daddy. Hugged mommy.
And that was that.
Unreal.
I’m at work. Headed
to the vending machine…I need chocolate.
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