It’s crazy to think that this little infant right here will soon be four years old! I remember holding her in the palm of our hands thinking she was such a tiny little nugget. And now she’s a pre-k student.
For instance, yesterday. It was her very first day of pre-k school and I honestly thought she’d be sad to see me leave her. I panicked at the thought of Mia being in tears and not being there to comfort her. But, boy was I wrong!! She lined up with the rest of the kid’s, looked a little confused at first but then turned back, waved good-bye and then yelled “what time are you picking me up mami?”
I, on the other hand, was a complete mess. No judging please. I’m very proud to say I managed to pull myself together in front of her but once I got into my car, it was all down hill from there. I cried ugly and hung out at the schools parking lot. I know, so lame, right? I figured, if anything happened, I’d be right there ready to run in and give her a big hug and a kiss. I know, I know, crazy mom over here. But as the time passed, I realized, that she must be ok. So I drove to Starbucks which mind you is only two-minutes away. Grabbed an iced decaf coffee (prego dirty water) and chatted with the hubby over the phone. He calmed me down and reminded me that Mia is such a fearless outgoing little girl and that everything would be ok. So I sat at Starbucks drinking my iced decaf, responding to emails and even had time to grab groceries. I admit, it was nice to have some alone time to get things done.
But as the time drew near, I drove right back to the schools parking lot and walked up to the entrance gate. I began to hear my little one crying as they opened the doors. It was one of those crazy kid cries and suddenly my heart sank. I felt so guilty for leaving her with complete strangers, for having that iced decaf coffee, for going grocery shopping without her, etc.. But as the teacher and staff walked the group out, they said “Mia doesn’t want to leave!” I was in disbelief. Say what? Oh my. This kid is really something else. She cried for a few minutes in the car and asked, “but mommy why can’t I stay?”
Lesson of the day: Learn to let go a little. 🙂 Have any of you experienced this and if so, does it get any better for us overprotective moms?!
Abrazos — Gladys