This is her 4th year of school. This is what grade 2 looks like.
I haven’t missed a lot of firsts. I’ve been able to arrange my vacation days so that I can be a part of all her firsts.
Not this year. She got ready for school, she got on the bus and she left for her first day of grade 2, without me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be there; I did. But I couldn’t.
She went to school and I got instagramed a picture. I owe a huge thanks to BigDaddy, technology and the magic of the internet because I was able to see her before she got on that big yellow bus.
When others were tweeting about the tears shed when dropping their child off at school, I questioned my decision to not be there. I just let my child go off to school and I wasn’t there.
Munchkin is a strong, confident girl. Going to school isn’t new for her any more. She didn’t even question why I wasn’t there.
She came home and told us all about her day. The story was disconnected and full of excitement. She told us who she was sitting with and that she likes her teacher. They had an assembly and watched a slideshow of pictures from last year and she played with her friends at recess. Her friend Troy isn’t in her class (again) but she saw him on the playground. Ben is in her class but he sits at different table (thank goodness…nice kid but they distract each other).
Listening to her, I realized that it was okay that I wasn’t there. She is making her own story now; one that I can’t be a part of all the time.
It was a great first day of school!
