Well, the last Launch Into School occurred yesterday. And it was the one I feared the most. You see, normally, I would've spent some time taking a child to a "practice session" prior to their first day of preschool. A practice session for those of you not familiar with the process is when both parent and child attend an hour or so of the preschool program. The parent stays with the child pointing out all the wonderful things about preschool and reassuring them that although next time the parent wouldn't stay, all the wonderful teachers would be there to take care of you.
That just didn't happen with our crazy schedule. So with no testing of the waters, I dropped off Bella to the same school that Kata attended. The same school we didn't visit all summer. I know, stop with the maternal guilt, already.
Bottom line - I shouldn't have worried. I said good-bye at the playground. She was playing in the sandbox. It was her favorite place to play and I always had to drag her away from it when I used to drop off Kata. Now, there was no dragging. Just a quick good-bye, a high five and out of somewhere she pulled out a fist pump and turned back to filling her pail with more sand.
I turned quickly away and ushered myself out. It's like pulling a band-aid. The theory is that the quicker you pull it, the less it hurts. And that's all partially true. No tears from either Bella or myself. I nursed my wounds with an iced latte and thought about all the milestones we've incurred in the last few weeks. Time is truly amazing, the way it keeps marching.
The wonderful teachers at Sunflower Preschool took the shot off her playing on the rocking horse. I didn't want to add to the stress of the day by toting my camera. Don't worry, I'll do that on Thursday. I'm always making room for more therapy moments later in their lives!
Wishing you a band-aid opportunity. Pull, quick, no owies. You'll see.