Kindergarten {The first week}

No one ever can prepare you for motherhood. It's not possible. Because every ones experience is different. Every child is different. There are books, and mom friends, but in the end, it's just you and your child. I knew, in my heart, that Kindergarten would be an adjustment. I knew that it wasn't going to be the usual, status quo. Because my kids, my motherhood, my life is never status quo. And that's ok. After 5 years of navigating this journey, I'm more than ok with bumps in the road.   So we started kindergarten. Bright and early on Monday morning. Earlier than we had been up all Summer. We were excited and nervous. The first day met all our expectations!  

WIW: Kindergarten! Dress and Shoe: Gymboree Lunch box and Bag Pack: Target Squinty eyes: The SUN!    

  Yep, that's her desk. I just about cried. Desks are a big deal. It's where the educational magic happens.  

 

Found our seat.

What's the first thing a blogging mama does?

Take one for Instagram.

 

 

Here is a better smile!

 

 

 

Can't tell you who is more nervous.

Daddy or Caitlin.

Here he is giving her a pep talk.

 

 



  Kindergarten is always better with friends. Here is her BF from Preschool. The power of Prayer y'all!     So our first day was amazing. This is what she looked like when I picked her up.  

"It was a great day", Caitlin, 5 years old

    And here is how she looked on Thursday morning.  

   Here she is on Friday morning. Signing up for "cold lunch".  

 

 

And you all would just go on thinking that we

were having a grand old time in Kindergarten.

That we had a painless and tearless first week.

But I don't blog that way.

So here is what happened every morning after the first day.

 

 

My big girl, trying to wipe away all the tears before going into class.

You see, she doesn't like that she has to walk in without me.

She has to line up with her classmates and walk to her desk.

Independent of Mom.

Like a big girl.

 

 

So every morning we are fine, until we have to line up.

And then the waterworks start.

I put on my brave face.

The one I wore every day last year for four months.

I smile, and tell her how proud I am of my Kindergartner.

That I know she can do it.

That I will be here to pick her up before she knows it.

Then I wait until she is inside, and hide around the corner.

And then peek in the tinted window to see,

what I was pretty sure of,

she is just fine, no tears, taking her place at carpet time.

 

 

No one can prepare you for the emotional roller coaster of motherhood.

Thank God, though.

I love the ride.