Deep breaths Bean. Deep breaths.
|On the bus for kindergarten orientation|
It was a great day. We left there feeling positive and not at all echoing the sentiments of one of the Lady's new classmates, who blurted out when they were all sitting down for circle time "This is the worst class ever."
|With the school mascot|
Fast forward to this morning.
|Waiting for the bus on the official first day|
There wasn't going to be two kindergartners and three parents on the bus.
There were at least 10 kids at the bus stop.
The Lady was nervous.
|Looking kind of nervous|
I was nervous.
The bus pulled up. It was pretty full.
The Lady got on. There were no seats until the back of the bus.
The bus started to move before she was seated.
I started crying.
The babysitter started crying.
I got in Minnie-Ru and headed towards the school.
After sitting in a bit of back-to-school traffic and driving behind an incredibly slow blue Nissan Altima, I finally pulled into the Lady's school. The place was packed. I inched my way down the long line of cars and as I pulled into a packed parking lot, I saw the Lady getting off the bus and running through the rain.
I had a moment of panic because I wasn't sure if she would know where to go and I was too far away to get to her.
I finally found a parking spot. I grabbed the raincoat she "forgot" and headed into the school.
There were people and backpacks everywhere.
I found her classroom.
She was sitting in her seat, coloring a rainbow.
I kissed her once. I hung her raincoat. I kissed her again.
I walked away.
I then bought one of those car magnets that says her school's name. I also perused page after page of sign-up sheets that lined the table outside of the entrance. I was surprised how many times I found my name. Yesterday, in my quest to be as involved as I could be in the Lady's school, I pretty much signed up for any event that said it was ideal for working parents. I have no idea what these events are or when they may occur, but I will be there, for the Lady.