The Big Day
I felt all kinds of emotion as we walked inside Primrose Schools this morning. (Yes, after months of fretting and interviewing, the locally owned franchise won out.) First, nerves. I had to enter her key code ID three times before I got it right. Then, pride: She walked into her classroom, announced that she had to go to the bathroom and excused herself to do her thing. Her teacher seemed impressed, and I was so happy that all those months of potty training paid off. Still, I stuffed three extra outfits and Dora the Explorer panties into her cubby.
I eased out the door and peeked through the glass window. Inside, my girl grabbed a book and sat down on a tiny chair. When the other children gathered for story time, she sat on the front row. A little girl next to her cried, and for a moment my daughter looked like she would explode, too. Instead, she slipped her fingers into her mouth. Then she seemed to notice that she was the only one with fingers in her mouth, so she took them out. Will preschool help break her finger-sucking habit? That would be grand.
I snapped a few pictures with my camera phone and left, feeling secure that my girl was safe and – for the moment – happy. I’ll be back there at 12:30 p.m. The school suggests that we gradually ease my daughter in her new school because up until now she has attended a fabulous, tiny home daycare.
It’s been a momentous couple of days. My girl turned 2 Saturday, and today, she’s at big-girl school.
As I pointed my car toward work, a few tears slipped from my eyes.
-- Sherri Day