Myla went to her first day of preschool today. She has two very nice teachers who sang songs with her and read her books (I hear “The Flying School Bus” was her favorite) and lots of friends for her to meet. There was a little boy there who came as Spiderman and she asked what he was doing. I said that maybe he was scared of going to preschool and she said “but preschool isn’t scary.” She did very well and liked it enough that she wants to go back on Wednesday.
Mommy, on the other hand, did not do so well. I had heard that you will cry the first day you send your kid to school, but I didn’t know that it would also feel like someone had kicked you in the gut. Even if she is only there for only two hours. I just can’t believe that she’s old enough to be there. I can’t believe that my little, tiny baby is so big. So yes, I cried all the way home and my heart leaped when she came running to me when I picked her up. I told Kinsley it was a good thing that Myla was going to school so she could teach her little sister everything and I wouldn’t have to go through the whole thing again.