When the Baby of the Family Starts School

My baby, Hannah, is in full-day, every day kindergarten this year.   I won’t lie - I have been waiting for this year for a while.  I absolutely love and adore all my children and I love my time with them.  The reality is, however, I also needed more time in the office and I have found myself buried under work.  I knew that to get caught up, I needed to start working full-time and what little child wants to be dragged to the office for 8 hours or more a day, 5 days a week?

Hannah started classes the 21^st and I DID cry that first day I left her in the classroom, but the following two days I kept busy at work.  When Monday came around, I could sense the loneliness setting in without my little sidekick.  Monday has always been my “volunteer” and “errand” day.  Hannah would go everywhere with me and never complain.  That Monday, I walked Hannah to the playground and became very reluctant to leave her.  I watched Hannah play by herself on the monkey bars and stayed until I knew she was safely in line to head into class.  I was positive someone was going to trample my little girl.  Later that morning, I was the library helper for Hannah’s class.  I watched her in class and kept thinking “She is just too little for kindergarten! What was I thinking?” 

I walked with the class back to the classroom and helped “herd” them into the lunchroom.  I made the mistake of going into the lunchroom where I saw Hannah fumbling to get her lunch containers open.  So being the great mother I am, I opened up her containers, grabbed a napkin and reminded her to eat her vegetables.  I am actually pretty embarrassed to have done that because I have always taught my children to do things for themselves.  Emma, my 2^nd grader, ran up to me in the lunch room while I was helping Hannah and gave me a hug.  She then rolled her eyes and said, “Mom she is just fine.”  It took all my willpower to leave the school and not take Hannah with me.

When Hannah came home that afternoon I told her how much I missed her and that maybe she should just stay home with me.  I know - mistake number two!  Fortunately, Hannah replied, “I really like school, but maybe one day I can stay home with you.  Just tell them I am sick.”  As eager as I have been for my children to return to school, I have missed them greatly this week.  I thought I was ready for Hannah to move up in the world and start full-day school, but have struggled this week with my decision.  By the way, when I left the office on Friday, I was still buried with work that will have to wait for next week!