The first week of school went very well last week. Grace did a great job for her first few times at school. Though a handful of kids were screaming and crying she walked into the classroom, sat down, and began playing with the toys. When I picked her up at the end of each day she would start to cry the minute she saw me. I think it was her relief mixed with exhaustion. Overall, I was very happy. All the kids loved their teachers, had fun with their classmates, and were very excited to start school again this week.
However, when we walked into school this morning I could immediately tell that Grace was about to cry. The minute we got to her classroom she burst into tears. I walked in with her and sat with her for a while but there was no calming her down. She begged and pleaded with me to take her home. She told me she loved me and that she wanted to stay with me.
I put on my big girl panties, gave Grace a big hug and kiss, told her I love her very much and I would be back to pick her up in a little while. I turned around and walked out the door. Outside in the hallway I instructed her teacher not to pick her up (a major offense to Grace when it is someone she does not know extremely well) and walked out of school.
I went back home and started my laundry, keeping my eye on the clock. Two more hours to go. I washed the windows, wrote my grocery list, and cleaned up the dishes and mess from this morning. One more hour to go. I decided to make a run to the store before it was time to pick up Grace from school. Thinking I was starting to cut it close I rushed through the store, skipped my favorite cashier lady in favor of a quicker line, and sped out of the store worried that I was going to be late to pick up Grace. Today was not a day to be late.
As I pulled up to the school I realized I was almost a half an hour early. Okay, so I was a little anxious. I took my groceries home, put them away and drove back to school. As I waited for Grace to come out of school I wondered about what kind of day she had had. As soon as she walked out the doors I knew she was fine. She was smiling and happy and told me all the fun stuff she did. Her teacher told me that she calmed down quickly, requested a hug, and then was happy to go about her day. I was so pleased.
As I walked her back to the car we discussed what a fun day she had at school.
"School is so much fun!" I exclaimed.
"Yep!" Grace confirmed.
"See, there is no reason to cry!" I prodded her.
"I wan'ed to cai." Grace told me.
"Why?" I asked.
"I just wan'ed to cai cuz I had to get it out. It make my bones feew better." she answered wisely.
I guess school can teach you all kinds of lessons.