Today is the first day of school! Joy! It started with me getting Emma out of bed. 
Actually she had been out of bed for an hour before getting her up. I guess she decided to crawl back under when she heard things starting to stir. When I went in there she was frowning and had tears in her eyes. This doesn't make for an easy beginning. Luckily I was prepared with cool Mickey Mouse pancakes and Daddy was there to kiss her goodbye and say prayers which most mornings he is long gone by the time we get up. I know the pictures show this happy girl but those smiles were pretty forced. We left for school half an hour before it started. We live a mile away! I had to park three blocks down. We get to her class and see no one we know. Finally there was one girl. Then we get inside her class and still there is only the one girl we know. 
Finally one other boy and one other girl show up from her class last year. It's tough. She's nervous, I'm nervous for her. She starts to well up in tears and I'm trying to tell her to just smile and be happy. Her teacher seems really nice and I've only heard good things about her. I tell Emma that I gotta go and so I walk out of her class after a few hugs and kisses and then I walk out and wait. I stood behind a few parents and look in to see if she's starting on her little paper she's supposed to be working on. She's not. She's starting to cry. Back into the classroom I go. Instantly the tears stop and she is better. I lean down and point to her heart that's on her hand and ask her, "Remember?" She nods and wipes her tears and tells me she's ok. I hang back for a second more and then she says that she's ok and that I can go. Out the school, down three blocks and off to Target to get the rest of the school supplies I go. Frustrated and upset I go into Target and run into a parent from last years class. Her daughter was the one person Emma kept saying she hoped she was in the same class with and it turns out she's not. Of course I loose it seeing this other parent and start crying like, well like my daughter in the middle of Target. At least it was a parent I knew I could cry on! After that my friend Jessica called and got me through the rest of these frustrating parental emotions. It's been a hard morning to say the least but there's only a few more hours now until my baby comes home to tell me she had the best day. At least that's what I hope she says!
Actually she had been out of bed for an hour before getting her up. I guess she decided to crawl back under when she heard things starting to stir. When I went in there she was frowning and had tears in her eyes. This doesn't make for an easy beginning. Luckily I was prepared with cool Mickey Mouse pancakes and Daddy was there to kiss her goodbye and say prayers which most mornings he is long gone by the time we get up. I know the pictures show this happy girl but those smiles were pretty forced. We left for school half an hour before it started. We live a mile away! I had to park three blocks down. We get to her class and see no one we know. Finally there was one girl. Then we get inside her class and still there is only the one girl we know. 
Finally one other boy and one other girl show up from her class last year. It's tough. She's nervous, I'm nervous for her. She starts to well up in tears and I'm trying to tell her to just smile and be happy. Her teacher seems really nice and I've only heard good things about her. I tell Emma that I gotta go and so I walk out of her class after a few hugs and kisses and then I walk out and wait. I stood behind a few parents and look in to see if she's starting on her little paper she's supposed to be working on. She's not. She's starting to cry. Back into the classroom I go. Instantly the tears stop and she is better. I lean down and point to her heart that's on her hand and ask her, "Remember?" She nods and wipes her tears and tells me she's ok. I hang back for a second more and then she says that she's ok and that I can go. Out the school, down three blocks and off to Target to get the rest of the school supplies I go. Frustrated and upset I go into Target and run into a parent from last years class. Her daughter was the one person Emma kept saying she hoped she was in the same class with and it turns out she's not. Of course I loose it seeing this other parent and start crying like, well like my daughter in the middle of Target. At least it was a parent I knew I could cry on! After that my friend Jessica called and got me through the rest of these frustrating parental emotions. It's been a hard morning to say the least but there's only a few more hours now until my baby comes home to tell me she had the best day. At least that's what I hope she says!
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