Playschool

There she is, my little munchkin, all ready to go to playschool. She was a little worried the day before it started and kept complaining of a tummy ache (so her fathers child!) but with that she was excited as well.

When we arrived she clung to my hand and did not want to go and sit at any of the little tables that where set up with various activities and toys so I sat at the table with the blocks to fill out my various forms whilst she settled in and played a bit. One of the 3 lovely ladies that work there came over to her to ask her if she would like to paint which was so perfect as painting is her favorite thing to do! She happily held her hand and went off to put on the apron and paint. I bit my wobbly lip , handed in my forms and went over to her to say goodbye telling her I would be back at the end to fetch her. Once again she had the worried look but she did not cry and off I went blubbing as I walked down the streets of hither green.

God how I watched those minutes tick by. time slowed considerably and then I fetched her. Kristian came with me and we stood outside with the other mums and dads. when she saw us she ran to me but would not speak to me at all until we were half way home. the only tears we had were when she asked Kristian if he had missed her and he assured her we did miss her and she told him she missed us and began to cry. its enough to break a mothers heart!

Once she got going telling us the things she did she chatted away for ages. she painted 3 pictures and sang songs. they had a story and she played with the threading beads with another little girl (who apparently did not know the words to the song either)

So all in all it went well I think. We will see this week , now that she knows I am leaving, that she will perhaps cry a little. she does amaze me as she is so grown up with her attitude towards things. she knows exactly why he must go to school and whats expected of her. I am so proud of her and I know she is just going to love school.

As for me , I still have a huge lump in my throat, even as I write this , but I am learning to let go little by little . I also have this excitement in me. when will she write her name or draw a figure that does not look like a blob. these things will come and I will be joyful.