So yeah. No surprise here, but I bawled like a junior kindergartner leaving her mommy and daddy for the first time today.
My junior kindergartner, who left her mommy and daddy for the first time today, didn’t shed a tear. Not a single, freaking tear.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m proud of my kid. She was excited, begged us to go to school, got her backpack ready to go, and marched into that building. “Wow, she’s independent, isn’t she?” Addy’s teacher Ms. E said as we stood at the classroom door (her principal recommended parents stay outside the room) saying our goodbyes and giving our hugs and kisses.
The whole thing was a whirlwind. I wouldn’t even be exaggerating to suggest it was an out-of-body experience. One second our kid was this little thing going into a big-kid school holding Mommy and Daddy’s hands, and the next we were waving goodbye as she watched us leave her alone in her classroom.
Admittedly, I expected tears. From both of us.
“That’s it?” Peter said shocked, as we were strongly encouraged to leave the school.
“But, but, but, but… But what if she gets upset and we’re not here? Don’t we get to stay longer?” I whispered, choking back tears until we got outside.
In the torrential rains I figured it was easy to start crying hysterically without being noticed… so I did. Before we went back to the car, we walked as close as we could to Addy’s classroom window and peered in. Trying not to be seen (with my more than six-feet-tall husband and a massive stripped golf umbrella), Addy spotted us right away, and, instead of starting to cry and waving us to come back (like I would’ve done at her age), she smiled and waved us on.
“One of my little girls cried today,” Peter told everyone. “But Addy was fine.”
And she was. Addy was a champ at school. (Granted, it was only an hour and a half today, but hey, it’s longer than young Donovan lasted on the first day of my kindergarten class.)
I remember getting on the bus for the first time when I started school. What I didn’t know was that my parents were following the bus in our old Oldsmobile — they all the stops, parked outside the school, and took pictures as I got off the bus and hesitantly shuffled into the wee kindergarten room. I vividly remember being panicked and wanting my mommy. Addy was cool as a cucumber — she went in and got to work (well, play).
It was still pouring when I went to pick her up at the end of the day. When the school bell rang, a bunch of us parents started giggling like, well, school girls. I may or may not have teared up again (it was pouring, so I was OK to bawl) when I saw her march out of the school, backpack on, excited to tell me how her first day was.
How was your little one’s first day of school? Be honest (I’m running my own informal poll): Did you cry at any point today?