Is something wrong with me? There has to be. I cannot be considered normal if walking into my daughter's soon-to-be elementary school makes me feel like I'm going to start ugly-crying.
It's a rite of passage that so many people look forward to with stars in their eyes--finally, their child will be in school, all day long! The learning to be done! The friends to be made! The adventures to yet embark upon!
This is where it all begins. Lunch boxes, brand-new backpacks, new sneakers, and name labels on everything. PE, music, art class. New friends, activities, and parties.
It's not like Maddy hasn't gone to school before; she's been in a 2 or 3 day pre-school program for the last 3 years--so what if it was only 2 and a half hours at a stretch? She stayed for lunch bunch occasionally. I'd pick her up at 1:50 on those days! Come on, that's something, right?
It's just that the thought of sending her off to Kindergarten makes me feel like I want to throw up, and I really don't know why. I know she is cut out for school; if I sent her to a five, full-day preschool program three years ago, she would have done fantastically--she'd have asked for a sixth day. She has always wanted to learn and loves new experiences. She is nearly every teacher's dream.
But the idea that my baby will be away from me for six long hours, every single weekday makes me just so. . .sad. She's been my right-hand girl for five years now. She's been my number-one helper through babies two and three (so what if she was only 20 months old and then 3 years when Owen and Cora were born?).
I've known what she has done nearly every day of her life for her entire life, and now that I won't know what she's doing every step of the way. . .just scares me more than I'd like to admit.
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