I was going to wait until Friday and then do a review of how her first week of first grade went, but this morning she melted my heart.
Monday was “boring” except for the part where she got to play with her best friend from last year.
Tuesday was much of the same. I was even allowed to leave while she was still eating breakfast with her now friend J, she was the bully from Kindergarten.
Today looked like it was going to go well. She was up and dressed and ready to go with minimal fussing. We got Rapunzel to school on time even though we had to stop for gas on the way. (They loved signing my name on the gas receipt). She was her normal chatterbox self all the way to the school.
We crossed the street and walked in the gate and everything was still okay. We walked in the cafeteria and her whole attitude did a 180. The cafeteria was full of all the kids who had arrived on the bus. She has never eaten in the cafeteria with this many kids before.
“Mommy, I don’t like this.”
I tell her she’ll be okay and we look for a seat. She finds one of the boys from her class last year and sits with him. Breakfast goes fairly smoothly as long as I can keep A from spitting/spilling his milk, and get him to stay seated.
After she’s finished eating she raises her hand to be dismissed and throws out her trash. She drops her backpack off at teh classroom and we head to the swings. I tell her they look like they’re full and she may have to wait. She insists that there will be one for her, and she’s right. Jsst as we get to the swings two little boys jump off and run to the slide. I help her up, give her a few good pushes, tell her I love her and start to walk away.
She yells, “I love you! Don’t get hit by a car! I don’t want you to be dead!”
Um, yeah, ok kid. I smile and wave and tell her again that I love her and I’ll see her after school.
I get about half way to the office and I hear her calling me. I turn around and she’s running as fat as she can tears streaming down her face.
“Mommy, I wanna go home. Can I just stay home for one week? Please?”
Of course I tell her no and offer to help her back on the swing or to find a friend. She just wants to go home. I suggest going to the office to ask Miss Cindy if she can sit there and read a book or maybe color. She’s okay with that, until we get into the office and Miss Cindy is busy talking with someone.
We wait, someone notices us, ask SuperChic whats wrong and then offers to stay with her because her little girl is feeling the same way. SuperChic just shakes her head no.
When Miss Cindy was done helping the other parent she turns to SuperChic, knowing exactly what’s going on without even asking. We’ve been down this road many times in the last two years. I suggest reading or coloring and SuperChic shakes her head no again. Miss Cindy tell SuperChic she could use some help before school starts and then asks SuperChic if she’d like to help her.
This brings out a little smile and nod yes.
I have no idea what she did in the office, because I scooted out the door before she could change her mind.
I was wondering how long it would last before she freaked out. With a new classroom (without a bathroom in it), bigger playground, bigger kids on the playground, and no Rapunzel I knew it was going to happen. I was prepared for it, but it still made me want to cry. I really hate seeing her upset, but I know she’ll be fine once she gets to class.
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