Off Into the "Big" World
And there she goes to preschool. One day a week. 3.5 hours of freedom from mommy. Or is that 3.5 hours of freedom FOR mommy? Yes aaaaaaand yes.
Did I cry? No. She’s my 3rd… I’m a “first day of preschool” veteran.
Did she cry? No. If I wasn’t her mother (and gave her her middle name) I’d swear her middle name was “Adventure”.
It went down like this:
Mom: Peace out, dude.
Lucy: Peace out. Kiss?
Both: Mwah… Mmmmmwah!
Lucy: Hug?
Both: Grrrrrrraaaaaah! Grrrrraaaaaaah!
And there you have it. Another step in the climbing staircase of childhood independence.
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I love the first day of school. I get a little sentimental but I don’t cry. It’s a wonderful step in their journey and I just love being a part of it.
The only time I cry is when they are too sick for preschool.
Oh..!! that’s too cute..!! i hope my brat will be this way.. when she goes to school this september..
She’s gonna have FUN at Mrs. C’s!!!! Hurray Lucy for climbing another step!