Joy started second grade today.
When she started preschool, she cried and cried and cried. "No more teacher Wendy!" she pleaded, EVERY. GOD-LOVING. DAY.
When she started kindergarten, I was the ONLY mother who had to physically pry her child from her body and sneak away.
In first grade, we started going over the details a week in advance. "And then you're going to walk INto the classroom, right?" "Right." "You'll stay until I put my stuff away, right?" "Right."
This year I was all prepared to park the car and walk her to her classroom. As we neared the school she said, "Oh. Mom, you can just drop me off." "Huh?" "My friends will be outside. You can just drop me off." "Oh. Right. Well. OK, honey."
Now who's the one with separation anxiety?
(P.S. She styled her own hair. And she and Clara got matching hoodies for the first day, as evidenced below.)
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Cross-posted from singlesupermama.com