My girls, Matilda (4) and Daphne (2) are enrolled in a one-day-a-week Mother's Day Out program at a local church. I had been gearing my emotions up for this day for many weeks now. I scoped out the site well over two months ago and was thrilled with the care and attention and kindness that the staff showed. I was also glad they were accepting youngsters mid-semester and able to fit my girls into a Thursday only schedule. (Like finding a needle in a haystack in the middle of the night, let me tell you.)
Matilda has been excited for the last 10 weeks anticipating the arrival of "School day". Daphne, however, did not grasp the concept until her world came shattering down about 9:30am this morning when I said good-bye and handed her the kitty backpack with matching lunch bag. (Somewhere in my heart I felt like the ratio of cuteness-to-sadness would be diminished by the sheer adorableness of a tiny pink matching back/lunchpack duo. I was sorely mistaken.) Still, I could hear her crying quiet down even 10 seconds later as I made my way down the school hallway.
Matilda was ready to high-five and start playtime and blow me off for good. A big "thumbs up" and she became THE icebreaker of the classroom. "Hi! My name is Matilda. I'm four. I had my birthday party at McDonald's!" (This is her standard greeting to anyone who will bat an eye at her.) Love that spirit.
I didn't shed a tear. I didn't break down in the car. This bodes well for Kindergarten down the road (no promises, even the IDEA of it gets me a little weepy) but, I'm so proud of my girls for taking this step and working with me and Josh towards a routine and a goal for our family to function well. It's exciting to think about how this will progress our family. New crafts, new ideas, new friends, new education - all things that will soon fill my home (and my ears) out of one small shift in our routine.
School girls, you make your mama proud!