There seems to be a lot of focus on the 1st born...she's 1st! First, at just about everything. The younger siblings, for awhile, seem to just be going along for the ride until it's their turn. Well, this week, it was Emma's turn. She started pre-school. She had been against the idea of school since I planted the seed in her head early this summer. I will never forget when she was outside wearing her new school shoes and purposely dragging them through the dirt. I had been telling her that these shoes were for school and had to stay clean. So when I told her to stop getting them dirty, she looked at me with a sly smile and said, "Well, if I get them dirty, I don't have to go to school!" And then I thinked she actually winked at me as if to say, "Gotcha, Mom...now what are you going to do?"
So her big day was on Tuesday and to make a long story short, there were tears. I had to force her to get dress. I had to carry her to the car. I had to carry her into school. The teacher had to carry her backpack and take her by the hand. Emma just looked back at me the whole time and cried. And let me add, that I had the ONLY crier!!!!! Why ME???? Ella liked to be the solo crier, too!!!! I had several parents come up to me after the kids left and tell me that that just about broke their hearts. Well, you can just imagine my own heart then.
At times, we want these little people to be so brave and grown-up. Other times, we tell them to stop growing so quickly. How confusing for them.
Well, Emma had a note from the teacher saying she snapped out of it within minutes of class starting and ended up having a really good day. Today, her 2nd day of school, went much better. She gladly got ready for school and just teared up when I was leaving. I'm proud of her, though. She did it on her own even though she really didn't want to. Growing up isn't easy...especially when you're only 4!
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