First Day of School

Even though school started 6 weeks ago for us, I still wanted to share about it.

We are all excited about school starting, but I think I was more anxious.  I could not sleep.  I was so worried that Mia would have a bad experience again this year.

Rewind back to last year, First day of school, we were all excited.  Mia was starting Kindergarten, Zoe in 5th and Erika starting High School!  Boy, what a gap in ages, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  So, I walk Mia into her classroom, just like all of the other parents.  When it’s time for the parents to leave, I walk to the door but Mia is holding onto me.  I told her that I had to go.  It’s time for learning with the other students.  She immediately starts bawling.  She grabs my waist, I pull her off, she grabs my leg and says, “Mommy, don’t leave me.”  I don’t know what to do, so I decided to stay for a little bit until she calms down.  Every time I walk to the door, she gets up and follows me and starts crying again.   I finally make my way out the door and there she is on the other side trying to pry it open.  I am holding it on the other side and the teacher finally convinces Mia to sit down and join the class.  As I walk to the car, I am now crying. This went on for several weeks.  I couldn’t stand it anymore.  Boy, if that wasn’t the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.  I didn’t expect her to act like that. The older two never had a problem, but they also went to daycare.  Mia stayed home with me, she was my little sidekick and we did everything together.

Day two of school, Mia is not eating lunch, she is crying, “I want my mommy.”  I end up having to eat lunch with her everyday.  The other kids were now getting upset that their mommy is not around, and why aren’t they having lunch together.  This also went on for several weeks.

Fast forward to the middle of the year, Mia is not crying anymore, and I am not going to lunch with her anymore.  Now, she is now having bellyaches.  I was getting seriously worried, she would go to the office and they would call me almost everyday to come and get her.  She ended up being severely constipated.  It was so bad that she would sometimes run a fever and be hunched over in pain, looking greenish-yellow.   At this point, I was seriously considering home-schooling for the rest of the year.  Her teacher, who happens to be a friend of mine, thought it was because Mia didn’t like her.  But it was just that she missed me so much, it was affecting her stomach.

Finally!  It was the end of the school year, we had survived!  It felt like torture sometimes, I felt like my heart was being ripped to pieces, but we made it!  WHEW!!

Summer was great, not a bellyache all summer….fast forward….

First day of school again.  I wake everyone up, in Zombie mode, from not sleeping all night, worrying that she is going to cry again and grab my leg.  I prepared myself for the worst, but kept and optimistic mindset.   The bell rings and I give her a kiss and a hug as we wait for the teacher to come out and greet us.  I am now starting to get nervous as the time comes to say good-bye.  The teacher takes roll at the door and explains what the kids will be doing that morning.  The moment has finally come, the teacher tells the kids to say good-bye to their parents.  We all wave and blow kisses.  As I stand there thinking, wow, my baby is growing up so fast.  It’s time, she walks into the classroom, turns around and waves one more time.  She is smiling!  Not a single tear this year.  I am so proud of my baby girl!

Of course, I turn around, and cry happy tears all the way to my car.

Happy as can be

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11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Trackback: Fisrt Day of School « Writingrenee's Blog
  2. opreach
    Oct 13, 2012 @ 12:37:49

    Love your story. I never taught the little ones, only the older ones, and I was a school principal. It is wonderful watching children grow up like this. And thank you for following.

    Reply

  3. parth893
    Jan 07, 2013 @ 04:31:56

    its so lovely story , thnx for sharin ^_^

    Reply

  4. jalal michael sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com
    May 07, 2013 @ 03:27:20

    Lovely post.First day of school is always special..Thank you for following my site.You have a nice blog.Jalal

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    May 24, 2013 @ 04:20:36

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  6. Sreejith Nair
    Jul 07, 2014 @ 06:30:25

    Hello Renee,

    I just happened to read this beautiful post( though it was published two years back) now and what would I say, at the perfect time 🙂

    Today is my three year old daughter’s first day in a play school.

    I just dropped her there and reached home and wondering what she would be doing there!

    She was in a pleasant mood seeing many a kids of her age and didn’t mind waving a bye bye to me.

    Now I have to go there and pick her up, and waiting to hear her stories.

    “Work from home” has given me this rare privilege most of times only mothers get 🙂

    Have a great time….

    Reply

    • writingrenee
      Jul 07, 2014 @ 17:59:46

      Thank you for follwing my page and reading my posts. So glad you can relate to my feelings. It was a very hard day for me. In fact, to this day, my youngest is still very attached to me.

      I wish the best for your daughter today in school. it sounds like she will have some great stories for you.

      And you are correct, working from home is a rare privilege. 🙂

      Reply

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