Oh it was a BIG day! Curly’s first day of Kindergarten.
We all walked her into her classroom, found her desk and she sat right down. It was a bit hectic in the room, as you can imagine, and she just sat right down in a new class full of faces she doesn’t know yet. I kissed her and said goodbye, and then Roy kissed her and said goodbye. She turned around and smiled at us and watched us leave.
What? Is she okay? Does she need me? I thought panicked-ly as I looked at her grown-up face, but Roy said, “she’s all right” so we kept going.
And then I bawled when I got into the van. Like a baby. My baby isn’t a baby and I can’t stand it.
Once I got myself together, I looked at Roy and he was choked up too. We’re just a big mess…
Roy, Georgie, & I spent the morning together. With Roy counting down the hours to pick up. I couldn’t stand it – made me nervous. I was trying not to watch the clock – but it was hard.
We made a little trip around town – but she wasn’t outside. bummer.
Roy’s parents said they saw her outside in a line – probably coming in from recess. Whew!
How’d she look, we asked?
She looked taller than any of the other kids, they said.
And then it was time to pick her up. I went in and stood with the other (anxious) parents and then the door open and she came out for a hug.
How was your day? we asked.
Fine. she said…
Eventually we found out a few things:
She can’t remember any of the names of her classmates. Not one.
But a boy shared a ball with her at recess.
Her white tennis shoes with glittery silver stars are especially for “Kindergarten Girls”.
And she likes eating lunch at school. Probably because she got to drink pink milk.
And they did NOT pray to Mary, they prayed to Jesus. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy OF Spirit.
And when you wash your hands, did you know you’re supposed to wash them for SIX HOURS!?!
Okay, she needs a little help paying attention to details, but all in all – we survived. And today won’t be so hard.
P. S. – since she is going to a Catholic school, and we are not Catholic, I explained to her one day last week that at school she might hear about praying to Mary and see that some people might pray to Mary. But we believe in praying to Jesus. Mary died a long time ago, but we believe that Jesus died and rose from the dead, so He is the only one we pray to. So we’ve had a few discussions since then. She feels it is necessary to tell her teacher that we should NOT pray to Mary, and so I said she should NOT argue with her teacher. She assured me, while talking with her hands, that she would not argue with her teacher, but would tell her so “gently”… It is going to be an interesting school year!