Oh so you thought you were going to get the post about how the mama was just beside herself leaving her little girl on the first day of presschol.
I nearly skipped back to the car.
You thought I'd just weep in the parking lot for two and a half hours?
I sped to Target and Marshall's. OK, so I did buy the little girl a Valentine's present. Yeah I was thinking about her.
But seriously, Thursdays are the best. I'm running all over town crossing things off my list, unencumbered. Next week: massage. Check.
And, yes, the girl did fine. Great, even. She actually did gallop all the way to her classroom, quickly found something to play with, had to be reminded to wash her hands first, and then barely kissed me before she got busy again. That's how it went, honestly. She did not even see me walk out. Oh that might have been cause I was skipping.
But of course I had to capture her expression when she saw I was there to pick her up. Note to self: these things happen very very fast, just flip to auto mode next time. OK I had about five whole seconds to capture this because once she saw me she came BOLTING and that's really where a mama almost loses it, when she sees how the little girl is overjoyed to see her she becomes completely overtaken. So between that and her running to me, we definitely don't have a perfect picture, but what we do have is what I felt as she came at me. The hurriedness, the happiness, the excitement of her first day that she did all.by.herself.