She's going to a church-run Children's Morning Out once a week, from 9-1. But since she gets to take a tiny backpack, I'm calling it school.
She was getting kind of tired and was not too smiley for these pictures. It doesn't help that school starts at 9 - right when her usual nap time starts... I was hoping she wouldn't scream the whole time (she didn't!).
I didn't cry, but I did get a bit nostalgic and sad. I was happy to drop her off because I knew that she would have fun. But I just wanted to know what she was doing! Anytime I leave Tony alone with her, I always want a full report - what did she eat? did she play? did she cry? did she do tricks?? I guess when you are used to spending every (one of her) waking seconds with someone, it's weird to think she is doing something that I'm not a part of. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to see how happy she was to play with the new toys, or how much she waved at the other kids, or how messy she got at lunch. I just want to witness her happiness.
She did really well and the teacher told me she loved looking at the other kids, especially the younger babies. She didn't nap and didn't scream, which meant I was happy, they were happy, and she went right down for a nap as soon as we got home (hooray!!).
Moms of older kids, you must be thinking - just you wait. This is only a glimpse into the future of sending my baby off into the world. She will do things I won't know about. She will grow and learn and play in ways I won't get to witness. One day she will tell me all about what she did - and then she will get to the age where she won't. I won't always have her here, in my arms, in my sight. But that's what being a mom is all about, right? Wearing your heart outside your body...