Our baby girl is in school! Alright it’s only two half-days of pre-school per week, but still. She goes to school on the two days per week that I work from home, so I miss her like crazy. The program is basically structured playtime with other kids with a little Jesus, music, and outdoor play mixed in. I knew it would be good for her and she’d eventually love it, plus it’d give me a good chunk of the day to get some work done without Tangled blaring in the background (and drink my coffee while it’s still hot). We spent the whole summer talking about school in the hopes of preparing her for all the first day feels. For months, Quinn was nothing but excited about starting school. But her first day was a shit show.
Let me preface this story by saying that Quinn has never been in daycare. We have a private nanny who comes to our house 3 days a week to take care of Quinn. Other than the occasional sleepover with her grandparents, she’s spent very little time away from us.
So fast forward to her first morning, she was so excited about school when we dropped her off. I expected some tears (and I thought Quinn might cry too), but there were none. Ryne and I walked out of the school high-fiving each other and congratulating ourselves on how easy that was. We decided to go a little early to pick her up so we could see her in her element. She looked fine, but she immediately started bawling when we walked into her classroom. Her teacher let us know that she cried on and off the whole time and it broke my heart. Saddest first day ever.
Since then there are still tears at drop-off, but by the time I pick her up she comes running into my arms and she can’t wait to tell me about her day. Yesterday she was so proud of a picture she painted “for baby brother”. Knowing Quinn, it will be a slow process, but so far she is enjoying herself more and more every time she goes to school.
