Mina started kindergarten today.
I walked her to school this morning and we talked about what the day might bring. She was so happy and excited. I was fighting back tears.
She was fine as we waited in her designated class lineup spot. I could tell she was listening in on the 5th grade girls' conversation next to us. She's always been enamoured of older girls. She just can't wait to grow up.
All was well until the first bell rang and her teacher came out to take them inside. She looked up at me and told me that she was scared.
"I won't know what to do. What if I make a mistake, Mama?"
As much as I wanted to scoop her up and run, I fought the urge with everything in me and told her that it was the first day and everyone was bound to be confused and a little scared. I told that it she was going to be just fine.
I sounded pretty convincing too.
Oh, it's not that I don't think everything will be fine. I just know that kindergarten is such a huge 180 from what she is used to. The two years of preschool under her belt may have prepared her for some things, but they were only a few hours a day. This is a full 8:15 to 3 o'clock deal.
She seemed satisfied with my answer, but I could still see the hesitation in her eyes. All I could do was give her a hug and a kiss and step away as a woman I met just yesterday led my first born off into the big world of public education.
I have no doubt Mina will come home full of chatter yet utterly exhausted. I know she'll love school.
Me? I could probably use a Valium right about now.
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