Matt and I diligently researched schools and zeroed in on one in particular that we absolutely loved. We carefully prepared our application packet, we even included recommendation letters; for preschool? Oh yes, we were as serious as a San Francisco renter trying to buy a house in Oakland, a-holes ;-). We were overjoyed when she was accepted, but the bittersweet countdown had started: a new adventure was coming to change everything. Everyday we passed her school on our way home, but today, driving to her first day I could barely hold back the emotion that was threatening to burst out. As we rounded the corner, I took a deep breath pulling myself together. Hardly noticing Matt speaking to me, I gave quiet one-word answers while I turned to admire Mila, who was sitting angelic in the back seat with her beautiful sparkling eyes and optimistic gaze that can only be seen in a child with unfettered potential.
The car lurched as we arrived, we’ve landed. I grabbed her backpack and clasped her tiny fingers as we walked into class. Zoom! The amount of time that it took for you to read “zoom” is the amount of time that it took for her to run off to the playdough table. I stood frozen in awe of how fast she just jumped in, but I was relieved that my baby was ready to step up to the challenge and eager to explore new things. Matt took my hand providing comforting warmth, and for a few minutes we watched our incredible daughter make friends and settle in. We gave her kisses and left her in the hands of her teachers, who I already think are fantastic.
I came to accept the fact that Mila is going to be alright at school. She has grown into a confident little girl right before my eyes. However, she is and always will be under the watchful eye of Mama Lioness (me). On the other hand, I have some adjusting to do.