This morning we got in the car by 8:40 to make it to our first day of pre-school on time. It felt like a work commute, which I haven’t done in years. I thought to myself how odd. These school drop offs are my new commute which I’ll continue to do for the next 14 years. Today was the first step in a very long journey……to success.
We’re doing a summer transition program to prepare P for a fuller schedule in September. After today I’m not sure we really needed this step. When we pulled up she said “Mamma this is my school. You no go inside. Is for me!”. When we got in the building she wanted to go into her classroom. She was happy. She played well with the other kids. She was excited about this new environment. I loved watching her play with the other kids.
The day started out with everyone outside in the yard. I stood under a tree and watched from a distance. When we went inside I helped her through the washing hands/snack process but she was so eager to do it all herself. It’s as if she knew she was growing up. Then we were separated. I got to watch her interact with the teacher and the classmates. I could watch her all day. I had to hold back tears the entire time.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I wasn’t sad. I was crying because I am so proud of her. Two years ago when I first did a tour of the school I watched other kids and I wondered what P was going to be like at this age. Today, she is more than I imagined. She’s confident, happy, funny, competitive, smart, creative, beautiful and has a kind heart. Then there’s the quality about her that I can’t explain…a j’ne said quoi about her that just makes me smile because I feel she’s going to be something amazing as an adult.
The day started out with everyone outside in the yard. I stood under a tree and watched from a distance. When we went inside I helped her through the washing hands/snack process but she was so eager to do it all herself. It’s as if she knew she was growing up. Then we were separated. I got to watch her interact with the teacher and the classmates. I could watch her all day. I had to hold back tears the entire time.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I wasn’t sad. I was crying because I am so proud of her. Two years ago when I first did a tour of the school I watched other kids and I wondered what P was going to be like at this age. Today, she is more than I imagined. She’s confident, happy, funny, competitive, smart, creative, beautiful and has a kind heart. Then there’s the quality about her that I can’t explain…a j’ne said quoi about her that just makes me smile because I feel she’s going to be something amazing as an adult.
