Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Tell me about your day.
We are a week into Kindergarten, and were fortunate enough to find a preschool (finally!) that is lovely, clean, kind, convenient, and available! The brunette was so very very very happy to hear that she really truly was going to school - it had been up in the air until the very last minute, and it made my heart ache to watch her sad little face while big sister prepared for school and she did not. But here we are, praise the Lord, she got to start her first day of preschool this Monday. She was bright and cheerful and didn't let on if she was feeling any jitters, while I, on the other hand, was throwing up in my mouth. The first day of Kindergarten didn't rattle me nearly as much as this did. I think I knew that the blonde had been to school before and wouldn't have a problem being away from home or anything, and while Kindergarten would be much different, we had had plenty of time to prepare for it - but preschool is kind of optional, and I had almost resigned myself to the brunette not being able to go, so changing gears threw me for a loop! Preschool drop off went very smoothly, no tears, only smiles, and she even remembered the name of the teacher we had met on our tour, and aside from the fact that my husband was upset that she went to school in clunky rain boots (which we got a lot of good feedback on - "what cute boots!", by the way...), it went off without a hitch! It was odd, and yet quite enjoyable, to scoot around town with just one little smiley two year old. We ran all sorts of errands, and the baby was just a chatting, charming little thing! She nibbled goldfish crackers and made small talk with old folks, and was just generally pleasant company. It was so great, any time I get to spend with just one child at a time is so precious, they are completely different little people when they don't have to compete for attention, space, input, the rights to the Jasmine figurine that rolls around the floor of the car - it was just great. It was equally thrilling to pick up the brunette from school and see a happy, cheeky face going on and on about Shirley in her class (really? Shirley?), learning about the letter F, sharing princess books, making chicken Marsala (say what?), and a myriad of other way cool preschool things, many of which she later retracted and confessed to being made up, so I guess I really have no idea what she did at preschool all day. Whether the events of the day were true or not, her attitude was one of genuine happiness, and I'll take that any day of the week. Later, after moving through the surprisingly efficient pick up loop at the elementary school, a sad faced blondie climbed into the car with a heavy sigh. Not a good day at Kindergarten. I know not every day will be awesome, but it doesn't make it any easier when one of my babies has a bad one. Kisses and hugs and reassurance and an under the table chocolate from my secret stash were all in order, and thankfully, she perked up, and was still looking forward to trying again tomorrow. The best part of the whole day was listening at dinner to all of the girls asking and telling each other about their day - it was, now that I think about it, the first time in a long time that all three of them had been doing different things for the day. It was so amazing to hear them take a real interest in each other's day, asking questions, giving praise to each other, comforting each other, just talking and caring about what is happening in their sisters' lives. My husband and I said very little, and just listened - how could we interrupt such a beautiful little exchange? It was just so... hard to put into words, just a good moment to be a parent.