First Day of School

So, yesterday was the day. I got Emerson dressed for school and gave her the lunchbox and she was SO proud of herself for getting to carry her lunchbox. It was hillarious. We went out in front of the house to take pictures before leaving for school. She was so smily and happy with her big girl lunch box. It was precious.


We got to school and she walked in all by herself- still carrying her much-to-heavy lunchbox. It was so funny. She kept having to re-position it- switch hands, move from wrist to shoulder, etc because it was so heavy. I kept asking her, do you want mommy to carry that? Her response everytime was "No, Me". Ok.


She was walking in the halls waving at other kids and just so happy. The whole time I am thinking, "Who is this kid in my daughters body?". We walked to her classroom. She slows down and quiets. She remembers the room. We walk to her cubby to put her lunchbox away. She quiets and clings to me for a second. Then she quickly pics up her lunch and heads for the door.

The teacher comes over to me a sweetly tells me to say goodbye before things get worse. She promises that she will be right behind me to pick Emy up when I leave. So I give her a kiss and a hug and happily tell her that I will be back to pick her up after lunch. I quickly turn and leave. And the screaming comences...Ahhhh, THERE is my daughter that I know and love.


I make it all the way to the car before I start bawling. I cry all the way to the gym and proceed to check my phone every 5 seconds to make sure that I have not missed a call while wiping sweat from my face. Workout is good, shower is good, getting things done around the house also good.


I go back to pick Emerson up and get there a few minutes early so I can watch through the one-way glass. She is totally fine! The kids are finishing up their lunches and she looks completely comfortable.


The teacher said she was wonderful! She said that after she calmed down (which only took a few minutes) that she was fine and never started up again. She said that she played with the other kids, played helper with the teacher, held on to the rope when they went to play outside at the park, ate all her lunch-- all great things.



Ya'll the moment of truth came when it was time to say goodbye. Emerson walked up to her teacher and initiated giving her a hug and kiss. It was so precious I almost cried right there. Emerson truly loves her teacher!


I am sure that drop offs will be rough for a while, but it is great to know that she likes it there and is comfortable. Praise the Lord!