So we had the first day of school about a week ago. But it wasn’t too big a deal because I was going with her everyday. Then today I decided to try leaving her at school BY HERSELF! Vaava and I got there a little early so we could meet M her teacher and settle her in to school and so that she and I could have a quiet moment before I let her go into the big bad world. I expected at least a little crying or some hugging, but she was so brave. She waved me goodbye and turned around and walked away holding M’s hand while I stood there watching. Then I turned walked out of the gate of the school, got into my car and cried.
So it was one of THOSE days. You know, the one’s that never seem to end. The days where you feel like all you do all day is tell your child NO and nag your husband. I don’t know what it was. It just felt like everyone was pushing all the wrong buttons. Because I was feeling bad for being so crabby and because I had a glut of tomatoes from the farm I thought I would make tomato soup for dinner. Tomato soup, quiche and a salad. Light, nutritious and easy.
FAMOUS LAST WORDS!
But I was so tired and zoned out from all the button pushing and running around all day, I put FISH stock instead of chicken stock in the soup. Not a big deal you say….take my word for it. Tomato soup should have either water or chicken stock….NEVER fish stock.
Yeah so after I decided the best place for me was bed…
Vanya started school.
OMG! I know its not really a big deal, after all its playschool and its only 3 hours a day. But it knocked me for a six, how emotional and weepy the whole thing was making me, though of course that could also just have been the PMS.
Thats Daddy and daughter just before we left the house for the big first day. She’s got her backpack on and rearing to go already!
Thankfully my rockstar friend in Russia, J, assured me that it was a big deal. What amazed me the most was that it didn’t faze Vava at all. She just took the first day (and the second) in her stride. She walked in, checked the place out, assessed the other kids, made some weird shapes with the play-do, painted a happy face and walked out. It was so cool.
Just checking out the stools
Yep, play dough just bang it about and look like you know exactly what you’re doing…
Me – I am still completely unable to even write about the experience without tears in my eyes. Its the start of her educational journey (one that if she follows her mother could take a LONG LONG TIME!). Its the start of her own decisions, should I talk to the girl in the yellow dress or the boy in the red shirt? Should I sit on the chair in front or the one in the back. I know I know, not life-altering decisions, but seriously crucial one’s for a 2 and 1/2 year old in preschool.
Anyway lets see how Monday goes…when she has to be there ALONE! Its going to break my heart, I just know it.