First week of preschool

This week was Little Miss’s first week of preschool. I had been dreading this week expecting the worst and I am so happy to say that I was wrong.

(Make sure you read that last sentence again because it’s rare that I’ll ever admit that.)

So far she is loving it! The first day was a little hard…on me! We got there, I got her out of the car and she took the teachers hand. As she started to walk away and I started to drive away I thought she was going to lose it. She started to for a minute and then was fine. I of course was crying and made a loop around the parking lot to sit where she couldn’t see me so I could watch her walk into school.

I sat there for a little bit. You know, just in case I needed her she needed me. It was harder on me then it was on her. A little girl that was not planned and took me completely by surprise has been one of the four people I can’t live without…even for a couple hours.

Watching her walk inside with the teacher  was very hard on me. Sure, she’s a teacher. She is trustworthy, she’s had background checks, yada yada yada. But the fact of the matter is, to me and Little Miss she is a stranger. I let my baby walk away with her.

By herself.

Without me.

And she didn’t cry. What the hell is up with that?

My mom came with us that morning, knowing how hard it was going to be on us me and we took Little Man out to a fun breakfast and then went shopping to pass time. Of course I was checking my watch every 2 minutes…I couldn’t wait to go pick her up and hold her again. But Little Man is loving all this one on one attention he’s getting. Sure, he’s jealous that his big sister and little sister are both in school, but he’s ok because of the wonders of one thing….

Dunkin Donuts! I don’t take him there every day but this was his favorite day so far. He had never been inside one so when we walked in and he saw the amazing display of fatty goodness everywhere he was taken back and I think I even heard a slight, ‘Ahh…’ with a sigh in between. lol To him it was heaven on earth.

However, I am at a loss as to why I’m not enjoying all this only one kid in the house stuff. Isn’t it supposed to be relaxing when they go to preschool? Shouldn’t I be enjoying the quiet, doing house work and having fun playing with the only one left in the house? Someone tell me this is normal. I am enjoying my time alone with Little Man but all the time I’m playing and trying to hide how much I’m missing her.

So her first day she got to color, paint, play on the swings and slides, read books and have snack with all the kids. Since she is by far the youngest the little girls in the class are happy playing mommy to her, helping her with stuff and making sure she is ok. So sweet!

Each day she has something different to do. She has music therapy, speech/language therapy, occupational therapy and the preschool is her developmental therapy. She comes home each day with a new library book, some notes about what she did that day, what she ate for snack and how she did. It was so fun seeing her first classroom pictures and getting the privledge to hang her first works of school art on our fridge until I realized that this little girl, my baby, is growing up.  She is not really a baby anymore no matter how long I refer to her as that. This fall all of my kids will be in school.

All three of them.

WTH? Where did the time go? I want it back. What am I going to do? All I know is how to be a mom.

Today was the first day that I came home after dropping her off and the three hours seemed like 30. She is so proud of herself when she walks out, takes off her backpack and climbs in her seat. She isn’t big enough and she doesn’t talk well enough yet to tell me all about her day but one thing is for sure…she loves her teacher. Every morning when we pull into the parking lot she says, ‘I play Ms. Meghan.’ She loves it!

So what I thought was going to be a terribly hard week has turned into a great one. My baby is now a preschooler and is growing up.