Today was a hard day.
Not for my oldest. He was pretty excited to start school. First grade, it's "all that." He's really psyched for tomorrow when he gets to eat lunch at school. He's social, he's happy, he's ready for it all to get going.
Not for my middle. He was also excited to go to school. Last year, he didn't love it so much, but I think he wasn't quite old enough. This year, he's a star. And the teachers noticed how much he's grown up, how happy he was.
Not for me. I know how happy my boys are at school! I know how much fun they're having, I know how much they're learning, I know how good it is.
It was hard for Yael. This morning, she woke up a little earlier than usual, because there was all the hustle and bustle. That was the beginning of it all. Then, suddenly (well in her 18-month-old mind), the boys, including Dad, got their shoes on in a hurry and left.
She sat right down in the middle of the front hall and screamed. She followed them out the door. She cried as they drove away.
And all day, it was like that. Just not quite right for her.
I've read lots of articles about how to ease your child into preschool, how to transition to the first day of school, how to make it all okay for the ones who are doing the going.
But not too much about the ones left behind. I never even thought of it. A whole morning alone with her mom...but she didn't quite see it that way.
A little bit of extra love and kisses for my baby this week.
How did your kids do on their first days of school?