I know, I know, I’m so lame for not writing an update on Annika’s first week of preschool. Life has been busy. Good busy. But busy and I have a gazillion blogs posts roiling around in my brain that will in all likelihood, never get written. But I will try.
Let me start by telling you this story, Pre-the-start-of-preschool-day, Toyin and I went to a session at our new school, with a local parenting coach. She gave us advice on how to prepare our kids for school, what kinds of things to expect and then close to the end of the session, she asked us to raise our hands if we thought our kids would cry and/or cling on the first day of school. My hand shot up. I was so sure that Annika would cry and beg me to stay.
Annika is not an overly shy kid. She makes friends with relative ease, compared to lots of kids. I’d say she’s middle of the road. She takes a while to warm up.
Well, I should say, up until last week, she took a while to warm up to new kids.
Her first day of school, she ran on to the playground and barely raised an eyebrow when I left.
I felt rejected and proud, all at the same time. A combination that I think must be unique to mothers.
I worried for about five minutes as I drove off that I had done something wrong. Did she feel rejected? Was she rejecting me?
Then I told myself that I had done such a good job of preparing her for this that she was fine with it.
It also helped, I think, that the week before school started, she had a one-on-one session with her teacher, where she did great. And the next day, we met some of her classmates on the playground for an introduction.
And now, she never wants to leave when I get there. She also announced to me on Monday, her fourth day of school, that she is a princess. Well, that didn’t take long.
Oh, and even lamer. I did not take any pictures. But here’s one of her in our favorite wading pool on one of the last days it was open for the summer: