Today I dropped Piper off for her first day of preschool.
She turned three right before the end of the school year last year, so we chose to just let her start this fall with her classmates. I think it was good- we had the whole summer to NOT do therapy (we, literally, have not had a session of therapy since May), both girls got the freedom of a perfectly clear schedule, and we just got to enjoy. I was super nervous in May about the transition, but the summer let me look forward to her new adventure.
Don’t get me wrong- it sure felt weird walking her to school, taking her in, and just, you know, leaving her. How can she be that big? She even walked up to the door with her backpack on, all by herself.
But I feel like she’s ready. I feel like she needs more. And I know that she’s going to love having her own friends, singing songs, and learning new things. I think she needs the independence. I can’t wait to watch her grow.
But the first thing she’s gonna have to learn is how to not be completely exhausted at the end of her three hour class. I’m sure that the fact that she hasn’t eaten much in the last week and a half after her tonsillectomy, the way she ran all the way up the block with her backpack on before school, and the mediocre night of sleep had nothing to do with it…