This morning I dropped the dumplin’ off for her first day.
It was a spontaneous decision to start this particular week because that is how I move about within the process of potentially painful life transitions.
It hurts less when I rip right through it real quick—like yanking off an old band-aide.
Here she is puckered up and rolling the word “school” off her tongue like she is being reunited with a long lost friend.
Like, hey school–what up? I dig your playground. Let’s get to it.
Girlfriends back-pack nearly outweighs her.
I know she will be fine. I know she is ready. I know she will meet this new world with arms wide open.
But my belly won’t stop its turning inside and out ’cause she’s my baby.
And love hurts.
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My heart was shattered when my baby got on the bus for head start. HE was thrilled and couldn’t wait to go to school like his brothers. I was a crying sobbing what do I do with myself for the next 4 hours mess.
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oh she looks adorable for her first day….what a cutie pie!
I can only imagine how much your tummy wanted to just snatch her back and keep her in your arms, as moms we are always (from the moment we have them) letting them go. Hoping tomorrow is easier than today.
she looks like she’s going to kick some “school butt”
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Awww, I can’t believe she is already going to preschool. Whatever will you do with yourself?!
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