There’s No Crying In Kindergarten

“I’m going to Kindergarten today!” my third child yelled at me when I opened her bedroom door Tuesday morning.

Indeed. She was already dressed and rolling around on her bed, throwing her stuffed giraffe in the air.

It was the day I had been waiting for, counting down, dreaming about. The day all three of my children would be in school, at the same time. The closets I could clean! The work I could do without interruption or guilt! The meals I would plan! (Ok, maybe I’m getting a little ambitious)  Plus, it was like getting a raise. For the first time in years, I wouldn’t be paying for preschool or childcare. Visions of new shoes danced in my head!

But really, it was about freedom. Freedom from chasing a toddler, inventing random trips to Target to kill time, or playing “Little People” for hours on end.  (I was running out of Little People story lines- there’s only so much Eddie and Sonya Lee can do) It was freedom for her, too. No more mother hovering. Finally she could do what the big kids do, like eating lunch at school. Which, according to the third child, is the best part of

As we walked to school together, she skipped over lines on the sidewalk and chattered on about seeing friends. She grabbed my hand and swung it as she walked. Suddenly, her plump cheeks and lips didn’t look so babyish. When did her legs get so long? And who taught her that Iggy Azalea song? (Curse you, “Fancy”)

At the Kindergarten door, she hugged her teacher, cautiously looked around and found a seat at a table. Parents gushed and took pictures. When we kissed her goodbye and told her to have a good day she answered with a happy “I will!” No tears, no hesitation.

I was the one who suddenly hesitated, and the feeling hit me like a ton of bricks. This wasn’t my first time at the ‘ol Kindergarten rodeo, mind you. I dropped off two kids before her. It was always a new and happy beginning – I had no problem scooting them through the door and leaving. But I always had a smaller child on my hip. I knew I would experience the Kindergarten shuffle again in a few years.

But this time when I dropped off a child, I didn’t have another one. It was just me, with my list of things to do. Which was still liberating and exciting. And suddenly sad at the same time. It was the realization that I wasn’t just finishing a chapter, I was moving on to the next section of the book. The baby days were done and believe me, I’m not looking forward to the teen years. Suddenly my eyes welled up. Must have been allergies.

At the end of the first day, we picked up our Kindergarten queen. She knew all the class rules and of course, when lunch would be. Hard to be sad, when someone is so happy and exactly where she needs to be.

Now, time for some shoe shopping.

8 thoughts on “There’s No Crying In Kindergarten

  1. So well done! Bittersweet–that baby growing up! She is so prepared , you’ve given her wings to fly but she’ll always come back. I have loved these years watching your children go from babyhood to little people with their own personalities and loving ways. I am so excited for their futures but I remember and miss the days of sitting in the rocking chair watching them sleep, sneaking in for 11o’clock feedings. I knew these last few years as I lay in bed with Catherine reading and saying prayers that those days would be gone soon and before you know it she would be reading to me. She’ll always be the baby—that’s some baby. Let’s see where they’ll lead you!


    • I miss the rocking chair days too, Mimi – but I think we can all agree those middle of the night feedings are not missed! How lucky my kids are to have such wonderful grandparents in their lives…

  2. Oh, Christy! The same thing happened to me dropping Kyle to Kindergarten! And it does smack you unexpectedly in the face suddenly and it will again when you let go of them to middle school. And now with Mr. Grade 8, it’s a whole new ball game. Parents are so 2 years ago for him. Can’t wait to see your middle school rendition of this!

  3. Thanks for helping us “old-timers” return to “yester-year” and recall such a special time in our children’s lives.

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