We had had a lazy summer where we’d sleep in past 8am, so this morning, we had to be up by 7am to allow enough time to get the grumpies out, eat breakfast, get ready and get to school on time. When we arrived, she found the cubby hole with her name on it. She did. Not Mom and Dad, but her! She recognized her own name! Insert Proud Parent Moment here. We put her gear in there and got her into her brand new indoor shoes that lit up when you banged them. Entering the classroom, she B-lined it right to the sandbox and started playing with the little girl already at the station. I checked with her teacher to see if there was anything that we were to do and she told us “No.” So we went over to her, gave her hugs and kisses, told her to have a good day and we’d be back to get her soon. She said OK and went back to playing. Easy peasey, lemon squeezy, right? Well, as soon as we got out the door, my eyes started to fill up and tears started to flow. They weren’t sad tears, but proud tears. I realized at that point, that the work I had done over the past 4 years preparing our little girl to be independent, get along with others, and OK with us not being there with her, was now coming to fruition.
When her little brother was born last year, she had a hard time adjusting to having to share Mommy and Daddy with someone else. In her eyes, she now had competition for our affection and attention. Not being the centre of attention herself anymore, was now grounds for a whole new attitude. Temper tantrums, picking on her brother, not sharing, and being impatient, were some new challenges that we had to endure. And our daily schedule had to revolve around her little brothers’s time schedule.
Well now is her time!
This amazing young lady has taken her first steps at independence. She gets to be on her own in a new and stimulating environment, make new friends and she’ll learn some new stuff that I can’t show her.
When I came back to pick her up, I arrived a little early and was able to observe her interacting in the group. She was totally engaged and including the rest of the class. When it was time to go, she saw me and came and gave me a huge hug and told me what fun she had had at school. I could tell from the green sand stuck to her face and the purple marker under her nose, that there was no doubt that she had fun. Unfortunately her snack bag had barely been touched, but when you’re that busy, who has time to eat! A bad habit I formed when I was still working.
So here we are, our little girl growing up right before our eyes. Little Miss Independent has started going to school and as my husband keeps telling me, “She couldn’t have done it without you.”
Cue steamy eyes now.