She was excited to walk into the building, but clammed up a bit when Ms. Michelle (the teacher she doesn't know), started talking to her. I quickly gave her a hug and handed her to Ms. Sherry and left. It was hard, I wanted to cry, but I didn't look back. I heard from another mom that she was doing well.
I went home to an empty house. It was very strange. I cleaned like a mad woman while waiting to go pick her up. I was so anxious. I had a lot of flashbacks while I was waiting for her. I kept thinking about Ryan starting there. He was 3. She was 1. I can't believe how fast time has gone.
Anyway, her teacher said that she did great. She was so happy when she came out. Talking a mile a minute. I heard that she made a new friend, Grace. She had a snack...pretzels and apple juice. She drew a picture for Daddy. She sang songs. She played with blocks and on the teeter totter. I am so glad she loves it. Now I just need the next two years to drag ;) I am now the mom of a kindergartner and a preschooler. Weird.
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