Yesterday was the first day of school for my daughter. I was a ball of emotions as I was getting her ready for school. I made sure she had everything in her backpack, every paperwork I was to fill out was signed and dated and filled out completely, I made sure to include a change of clothes in case she soiled herself, and made sure I had all her school supplies bagged up. It wasn't until I was saying goodbye to her that it hit me. Hard. My little baby, my little miracle baby, is starting school. I was emotional when she went to daycare for the first time at nine weeks, but I was more emotional with her going to school.
After I dropped her off, it was just her brother and fur-sister with me at home. It was a little quiet at home, but the sounds of a child's program was heard in the background as I was sitting on the floor staring at the toys that needed to be picked up. I could see the dirty dishes that were piled up in the sink asking me to wash them. I looked to my left and there was a pile of clean clothes begging me to be hung up in the closet. I disregarded everything that I had to do that day. The only productive thing I did all day yesterday was picking her up from school and dropping her off. The rest of the time I was crying and looking at all of her pictures.
I'm pretty sure it will be the same when my son goes to school, too. For mommies out there, I understand the roller coaster of emotions you feel when your first born, or any, child goes off to school for the first time and on their first day.
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