We must let her go...little by little our baby girl is becoming more and more independent. When I was just about 22 years old something suck with me. My dad tried to smoother me with hugs and kisses and I pulled away and was like "Dad, stop being silly." With a crooked smile and sadness in his heart he said " I wish you weren't so independent." I responded with " We'll sorry dad but that's how you raised me." Now that I have a child I can feel that place that my dad was at a couple of years ago. As the sun rises each morning, my daughter is becoming more and more independent. She can now eat, clean up and change her clothes all by her self. MISS INDEPENDENT! So of course Mommy and Daddy were a wreck when it came to enrolling her in school. Until now she's been with her loving grandmother. Of course Grandma spoils the heck out of her. We had so many fears. What if they don't have eyes on her all the time? What if they don't feed her? What if they pull her arms or miss treat her? What if they don't hold her when she is crying. OHHH those where the things that broke my heart. So of course like any parent we searched and searched for a school that we felt comfortable with. No school will ever be perfect. Nothing will ever be good enough for my child. We knew we had to suck it up and give the world a piece of our daughter.
So Finally we found a school that we were very comfortable with...Enrolled her and cried on the first day we left her in someone other than grandma's care. OK OK it was only for FOUR hours but those FOUR hours seemed like an eternity. I had to learn to trust. I didn't bother the school every five minutes by calling to see if: everything was ok, did she cry, has she had lunch yet, did she make any friends, how she was interacting with other kids...I just let her be.
The night before the BIG DAY I made it a BIG DEAL. Even though she will be way to young to remember I will never forget this day. So I made her feel all pretty. I blew out her hair...(by the way she looks like one of those brats on toddlers and tiera's with her hair blown out) Read a book and told her "tomorrow is your first day of Pre School." She had no clue what I was talking about, or so I thought.
Due to my work schedule I was not there first thing in the morning to get her dresses and give her breakfast and ease the anxiety...or should I say my anxiety. I made Aaron take tons of pictures. She is my silly little girl.