A few weeks ago my daughter started Pre-K, and it’s a huge milestone in her life. It’s incredible how quickly four years zooms by and I’ve been left with guilt and sadness that I didn’t enjoy every second of her terrible two’s or every meltdown she had as threenager. The truth is, I spent more time bitching about the meltdowns and attitudes instead of enjoying the moments she was my sweet and loving daughter.
Since turning four, she’s mellowed out and as a family, I feel we’ve gotten closer since we are not as mentally drained from her behavior and I attribute Pre-K to the new and improved daughter we have.
Leading up to Pre-K I wasn’t sure how I would handle the transition. I mean, I couldn’t mention “A” and kindergarten in the same sentence without getting teary eyed. Also, I had concerns like “What if we were making a mistake taking her away from her old preschool?”. “What if she starts school and doesn’t make friends?” or “What if she is teased?” My fear is she will be in therapy later in life, and the therapist will be able to pinpoint all her life’s issues down to starting pre-k. Okay, maybe I’m slightly dramatic, but kids are jerks, and I don’t want anyone ever hurting my daughter or making her feel anything less than amazing in life, and it starts with pre-k in my book.
The first day of school, I took off work because I anticipated being a sobbing mess and I wanted to be nearby in case an emergency came up. That morning “A” was ready for school early and wanted to rock pre-k. While we waited for school to start I made her lunch that could feed her whole class, what was I thinking???
When we arrived, she went into class and was excited to get started. I’m appreciative the teacher didn’t let me inside the class because the longer I lingered, the worse it would have been for me.
That day I picked her up, and she had two new friends, both boys, and she still hasn’t bothered to learn their names. I wish adults could interact as kids do and become friends with everyone. That afternoon, we went out for frozen yogurt and did a photo shoot, and an “All About Me” questionnaire.
I’ve realized her new school is what she needed in life. She now has structure during the day while we work and she’s thriving. Tonight she came home and randomly started singing the pledge of allegiance and she likes to spout random facts about whatever they are learning in school. I’m so proud of the little lady she’s become, and I am excited to see how she continues with school.
Since will go to the same school for kindergarten I’d like to think it will be an easy transition for me, and I won’t be the mom who is ugly crying outside her class. I’m also encouraged and proud of myself for not crying on the first day of school like I anticipated.
I’m hardly mom of the year over here but at least for now I’m not completely screwing her up, and hopefully, we are setting the foundation for the importance of education and succeeding in school. All I know, is I’m super proud to be her mom!