First Day of Kindergarten

 

I have been looking forward to and also dreading the first day of kindergarten.  Several times over the summer I have said to Scott that I think they need another year of preschool.  He knows what is really going on though and says, “you know they are ready even if you are not”.  So the truth is that they have grown up and I am not ready to accept that I have school-aged children.  In preschool I could at least pretend that they were still my babies but now the reality of school makes me face the truth.  Their first day of school was a half day on Thursday 28^th, they had to be there at 12:30 and would stay until the end of school at 3:30.  The timing worked  out well as I knew they would get to sleep in and I would still be able get pictures of them before they left.  Scott and I both went and walked them in, we signed them in at the table and then one of the assistants walked them down the hall to a classroom.  Watching those little girls with big backpacks walk away from me was very overwhelming.  I could hardly get out of the school fast enough before the tears were flowing.  I figured I would cry on the first day but I was totally unprepared for how heart-broken I felt.  Scott picked on me which wasn’t helpful but even he admitted to feeling a bit sad.  He took some time to run errands with me so I could keep busy and not just go lie in bed and cry for three hours which is what I wanted to do.  At 3:30 we went to pick them up and were scared we were in the wrong place because the carpool line was empty.  The teachers assured us it was just a fluke and that it would not be that way the next time (they were right about that).  So we picked up three happy little girls who were so excited to tell us about their day.  All we really got out of the day was that they got to play soccer outside and that Emma stole Savannah’s friend but that Olivia played with Savannah when she was sad.