This little sweetheart started 1st grade today.
Four days later than everyone else at her school.
Mother of the year right here.
Of course as it always goes, the parents are more nervous than the poor child who has to attend public school with kids and teachers who don't love them like their family does.
I didn't cry when the girl was born.
I didn't cry when she started pre-school and she insisted on walking in by herself.
I felt weird last year when I walked out of her class on the first day of kindergarten and realized that all the other moms were crying and maybe I should be too.
But I just couldn't do it.
I am making up for all of those times today.
I just can't stop.
My eyes and my head ache and I still can't stop crying.
Everyone else has been going for 3 days. They've already established their first grade cliques.
And this isn't half a day of playing anymore. This is serious.
A full day of learning (?) and...............
eating lunch at school.
What if she has no one to sit by? What if she doesn't know where to go?
What if she can't open the things in her lunch box? (This is a legitimate concern. I still open her fruit snacks and other packaged items. I hadn't thought about it until last night. And I've been having nightmares about it all day.)
Recess is one thing when you are all alone....but lunch in the cafeteria!!??
When I started 1st grade I insisted on bringing cold lunch because I was afraid I wouldn't know how to do hot lunch.
How do you know where the trays are? Where does the line start? Things like that.
But then sometimes cold lunch was embarrassing. No awesome treats. Smelly tuna sandwiches. Soggy jelly on your pb&j. Lunch is the worst thing ever invented.
Joey wouldn't let me go with him to pick her up.
I also got an email today about a new drug at school that looks AND tastes like strawberry poprocks.
My kids would totally take candy from a stranger.