Well, we survived our first day of kindergarten. It went down a little like this-
Layla woke up late (thank you God for half day, afternoon kindergarten), came downstairs with her hair all a mess, went straight to the fridge where she pulled out a flour tortilla and a chocolate milk then plopped down on the couch to watch Magic School Bus. That my friends, is how you start the first day of kindergarten in our house. LOL.
After girlfriend managed to wake up a little from her delicious and nutritious breakfast, she was excited to get going. She put on her new dress and wanted her hair in an “Elsa braid” complete with a flower. First days of school are so fun because you make time for this…we are on day three now and I don’t think I brushed her hair this morning. Just keeping it real.
At 11:10 I realized it I’d better start feeding her lunch because we have to catch the bus down the road at 11:56. So I slapped a peanut butter sandwich together, threw a yogurt on her plate and told her “hurry and eat! We have to go to the bus soon!” 100 times as calmly as I possibly could. I was very anxious, I never in a million years have imagined starting kindergarten by sending her via bus.
She ate surprisingly quick and we were out the door. Of course we had to make time for a couple of quick pictures!
This year she picked out this adorable peacock book bag from Pottery Barns Outlet. She scored a GREAT deal on it and she was very excited it was on sale. I love this child.
After snapping a few photos it was time to head to the bus stop. I could tell she was a little nervous but more excited than anything. We saw the bus pull into our neighborhood and do a loop around. The second the bus turned down our street to pick her up next, my heart jumped clear into my throat.
I watched her standing there with her ears covered (typical Layla) and it felt like my whole world was turning upside down. I’m sending my sweet baby to kindergarten on a BUS. That freaking bus just really got to me. I got so caught up in the moment that, before I knew it, she was pulling ME to the open bus doors. I heard her say “Mommy?” in a hesitant voice but when I leaned down to get my hug and kiss, she just kept walking. She dropped the one hand holding her ear, let her other hand loose from mine and climbed right into the yellow beast. It swallowed her whole.
She sat on the opposite side of the bus so I couldn’t see her when the doors closed. I got a glimpse of her head when the bus pulled away, she was looking at the opposite window- the way to the school. I felt SO relieved that she was confident enough to get on that bus and find her way but my heart ached because she didn’t need me. Like, at ALL.
I watched the clock all afternoon. It was nice to put Jack down for nap and not worry about Layla feeling lonely while I was busy. But I missed her asking me 100 questions, begging for a snack, and asking if she could play on my computer. I missed her but I know she’s learning, school is the best thing for HER.
At 3:30 I rushed out to to bus stop to wait for her. The bus was late…I knew I should have expected it but it was horrible. All I wanted to know was if she got on the right bus and how her day went! She be-bopped off the bus like kindergarten ain’t no thing and all I got out of her was that a little boy got in trouble in class plus she didn’t learn how to read today. She was SO disappointed that she didn’t immediately learn how to read.
Patience sweet girl, you are moving too fast.