Kindergarten Blues?

Monday marked the first day of kindergarten for Liberty. It was a sad happy day.

She was so excited until we left the house and she had a little fall. Then the dam broke. Big elephant tears coupled with anxiety let loose.


Mick and I took turns carrying her to school until the tears subsided. She went through the big doors, hung up her massively large backpack on a miniature hook and left our side for the next how many years? I fought back water from my eyes with only a few drops escaping. On our short walk home, Mick hung his shoulders low and remarked how sad he was that his little Libby was 'gone'.

We have always viewed her slightly little, innocent, precious...not ready for all that Aspen seemed to be at the same age. Possibly this is an unfair viewing though it has fit. She still speaks young, says funny words, and has her traditional walk and run she shared with her toddler self. Why must children have to grow and change? I'd give anything to have had her stay four forever. Five came soon enough, and now that school is in session, she's acting like five.

"I don't want to go to school" was her reply when waking this morning.

"I don't want you to do my hair"- sounded too familiar.

What happened to the good morning hugs complete with halitosis? What happened to being greeted with closed arms around my neck and I love yous? Let's hope this week is an adjustment period in which our sweet Liberty makes a return soon. At least she will still let me hold her hand. I suppose I'll take her how I can get her and grow with the changes. Makes me sad. This week has been so long sending her off into the big world... for only two 1/2 hours, and one day is still left. Will next week be better? However will I survive first grade...all day!

She's the cutest kid ever!

I'm going to take Abbie and go running so I can convince myself of the ease that having one child brings.
Trying to find the positive.
Wish me luck.