First Day of School

Yesterday was the first day of preschool for our daughter.  Surprisingly, there were no tears shed on either side of the door, nor was there any sense of loss or sadness.  I think having worked in high school and daycare before, I realized that preschool really isn't that big of a step.  Honestly, it's more of a "mommy's morning out" than anything.  I did, however, take some photos to record the event. 

Some say that sending your child to preschool is a monumental day.  I honestly felt like it was a temporary entertainment, like leaving her at a friend's house.  Although I am quite impressed with the school, teachers, and director, I don't feel that I am investing in her education, or providing her with something that is necessary for her future educational success.  I do feel, however, that she will enjoy the time with new friends, new instructors, new surroundings, and new learning material.  I am very pleased to report that she is excellent at transitioning to a new authority figure, and showed no signs of rebellion, or refusal to obey because her teacher isn't Mommy.  She also had no separation anxiety, probably a result of telling me for months that she was going to go to school by herself, without me.

The other morning I said, "I am a little bit sad that you are going to go to school."

"Will you cry, Mommy?"

"Well, I might."

"Don't cry, Mommy!  It's not SAD!  I am just going to school.  I have to go to school!  I will come back sometimes."

Her reassurance showed me that she completely understands the concept, that she is ready for this new adventure, that she is an independent little soul, and that she is quite a bit like her mother.  :-)