As I write this I'm waiting in the car rider line to pick up Jillian. One week after she started her first day of kindergarten.
I was off work on the first day of school, and Randy took off so that we could take Jillian ourselves. We got ready that morning, took our first day of school picture and loaded up in the van. We got to the school few minutes before it starts and walked her to class. It was so surreal. She wasn't scared at all. Not like me. To my surprise most of the children were already there. The teacher met us at the door, and helped Jillian find her name for her hook where her backpack will hang. She then advised Jillian to go find a seat. So I walked over with her. There were three tables. Two tables mixed with boys and girls, and one table with just boys. Jillian picked the table with all boys to sit down. I could see her daddy's face in the hallway, not liking it. Then the teacher kind of urged us to leave. I really didn't want to, but she was fine and I knew it was time to go.
No tears! I couldn't believe it but I did not cry. Now I will say that the day before, her last day of preschool, I shed a few tears. But today was more of a celebration. My little girl was growing up and going to big girl school!
We picked her up that afternoon. And she jumped right in the van. We asked her how her day went and she responded with "great we played outside two times!" It was great seeing how happy she was. But then she put on her headphones and started watching a movie. And that was almost all she told us about that day. We ask her a few more questions like did you make any friends, and are you going to go back tomorrow. She told us she forgot to make friends, and that no she was not going back tomorrow. But of course she did. And didn't even fuss about it. She was so ready for this, even though I wasn't, I'm so proud of my big girl!