Maisie’s the middle child so I didn’t have any anxiety sending her to kindergarten. She’s been talking about it constantly and couldn’t wait to go. After parking her bike in the bike rack and heading toward the front of the school, I realized I wasn’t ready.
I wasn’t ready for her to turn to me and say “uppy”. I wasn’t ready for her to hide behind me as we walked, holding onto the back of my shirt for dear life. I wasn’t ready for her to tell me she was too scared.
Oh how I wished she was 6 months old and I could wrap her up in a tiny pink blanket, take her home and nurse her to sleep. But she’s 5 and that would be weird.
I swallowed the enormous ball in my throat, bit the insides of my cheeks until I could taste blood and pulled her close to me. I couldn’t come up with any great words of wisdom… in moments like those, who can? The best I could come up with was “you’re gonna have so much fun and make so many friends, you’ll do great. Remember, you’re smarter than a cookie.” With that, I held her hand and walked her to the kindergarten line. I placed her hand into her teachers’ hand and waved goodbye.
Enjoy the slideshow of our morning.
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