Well, LaLa started 3 year old pre-school today! What a BIG girl she was?! She walked in and immediately started playing with the center items and the other children. A part of me was thinking, "Hello, mama, here! Kiss and hug me bye!" I grabbed a quick kiss and asked if i could get a quick picture of her teacher and Lala on the first day of preK. She said, "yeah, mama, one picture then you have to go. You can't stay at pre-school."
Okay, so my sweet baby does not need me to hold her hand and help her make new friends. I keep telling myself that means I have done my "job" right! I still fought the urge to cry when I got in the car! Well, I might have had a few tears driving away. You're instinct is to just sit in the parking lot! You may ask...What did I do with my valuable four hours that I had with Little Bit to get so much accomplished without the ramblings and the constant questions of a 3 year old???? I got absolutely nothing accomplished! My brain just wouldn't focus. I tried running errands, but ultimately, I can't think of one absolute productive thing I did! I'll have to work on that in the upcoming weeks! Hopefully, we'll get on some schedule and be super productive!
A kindergarten teacher, Jamie Solley, wrote this heartwarming poem that I have heard different versions of it when I was teaching. You change the gender and age as needed. It never truly hit home as much as it did today...
The First Day
I gave you a little wink and smile
As you entered my room today.
For I know how hard it is to leave
And know your child must stay.
You've been with her for three years now
And have been a loving guide,
But now, alas, the time has come
To leave her at my side.
Just know that as you drive away
And tears down your cheeks may flow
I'll love her as I would my own
And help her learn and grow.
For as a parent, I too know
How quickly the years do pass
And that one day soon it will be my turn
To take my child to class.
So please put your mind at ease
And cry those tears no more
For I will love her and take her in
When you leave her at my door.
The sad thing about it that I have realized is...no matter how old they are or what grade they are going into...every mama gets that little bit of seperation anxiety. I have been reading A LOT of books and articles on seperation anxiety because Little Bit is definitely going through this right now, but I haven't seen anything for ways to combat my own seperation anxiety. So, whether it is going to take their first step, going to pre-k, entering kindergarten, going to middle or high school, driving away the first time, leaving home for college, or having their own family...being a mama is a lot of waving and smiling with full confidence in their babies' independence...and then, going to the sit in the car with tears in their eyes...and just waiting...glad they did their job but always wondering how there babies are doing.
Mama Drama Rule #8: Seperation anxiety is not just for babies and small children...mamas just seem to control it a little better. Sometimes, we want to hang onto our kids and not let go...just like they have done to us so many times!
Project for this week: trying to play with a few ideas for sibling shirts...we'll see how it works!
Okay, so my sweet baby does not need me to hold her hand and help her make new friends. I keep telling myself that means I have done my "job" right! I still fought the urge to cry when I got in the car! Well, I might have had a few tears driving away. You're instinct is to just sit in the parking lot! You may ask...What did I do with my valuable four hours that I had with Little Bit to get so much accomplished without the ramblings and the constant questions of a 3 year old???? I got absolutely nothing accomplished! My brain just wouldn't focus. I tried running errands, but ultimately, I can't think of one absolute productive thing I did! I'll have to work on that in the upcoming weeks! Hopefully, we'll get on some schedule and be super productive!
A kindergarten teacher, Jamie Solley, wrote this heartwarming poem that I have heard different versions of it when I was teaching. You change the gender and age as needed. It never truly hit home as much as it did today...
The First Day
I gave you a little wink and smile
As you entered my room today.
For I know how hard it is to leave
And know your child must stay.
You've been with her for three years now
And have been a loving guide,
But now, alas, the time has come
To leave her at my side.
Just know that as you drive away
And tears down your cheeks may flow
I'll love her as I would my own
And help her learn and grow.
For as a parent, I too know
How quickly the years do pass
And that one day soon it will be my turn
To take my child to class.
So please put your mind at ease
And cry those tears no more
For I will love her and take her in
When you leave her at my door.
The sad thing about it that I have realized is...no matter how old they are or what grade they are going into...every mama gets that little bit of seperation anxiety. I have been reading A LOT of books and articles on seperation anxiety because Little Bit is definitely going through this right now, but I haven't seen anything for ways to combat my own seperation anxiety. So, whether it is going to take their first step, going to pre-k, entering kindergarten, going to middle or high school, driving away the first time, leaving home for college, or having their own family...being a mama is a lot of waving and smiling with full confidence in their babies' independence...and then, going to the sit in the car with tears in their eyes...and just waiting...glad they did their job but always wondering how there babies are doing.
Mama Drama Rule #8: Seperation anxiety is not just for babies and small children...mamas just seem to control it a little better. Sometimes, we want to hang onto our kids and not let go...just like they have done to us so many times!
Project for this week: trying to play with a few ideas for sibling shirts...we'll see how it works!
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You did great today! She still needs you, don't worry. Keep up the great work!
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