Last Thursday was bittersweet. On the one hand, I knew that you were ready – ready to move on to a new school, ready for new challenges, ready to be a big kid. On the other hand, you love your preschool, your teachers and your friends. Walking to school on the final days, I would catch you singing a little song to yourself about how you were sad and how you were going to miss your friends and teachers. That broke my heart.
We talked about your new school over the summer. We talked about how it would be different. You made a card and drew a picture for your new teacher.
On the morning of the first day of school, you woke up excited. We picked out a nice shirt for you to wear – but not a picture day shirt you insisted (i.e. polo shirt). We packed your new lunch bag and backpack, and took some pictures with Everett. We discussed what time we needed to leave the house in order to get to school at 8:50am on the dot.
After Everett left for school, I found you lying in your bed having a conversation with Bunny and Baby Bunny. Baby Bunny had been your companion every day at preschool and you were telling him that he would have to stay home. You looked at me and said, “Mommy, I’m really excited about school but I’m also nervous.” My heart swelled and I told you that that was OK and that it was normal to feel that way.
You took my hand and we walked to the door. As we stepped onto the elevator, I started getting sad. Usually, I don’t get emotional at times like these but I did this time. Maybe it’s because I knew that you were ready, to be a Kindergartener.
When I came back to pick you up, your teacher opened the door and I saw that you and your classmates were sitting on the rug, your little heads peaking up above the bookshelf. All I saw was a huge, sparkling smile on your face. You ran out the door and said, “Mommy, I love Kindergarten.”