Alba on her first day of kindy. I wondered if I should share this because it's just a silly little phone snap, but at the end of the day it's the stories that count and this is a special one.
I was so nervous about her beginning kindy. I worried being apart would be hard, that she would cry as soon as I waved goodbye. We spent weeks playing 'kindy', reading picture books about school and talking about it with excitement. We visited and saw how sweet it was; waldorf toys all around and only ten or so children. They begin each day by baking bread together and singing.
The night before kindy we chose clothes, illustrated a list of what we'd need to get ready in the morning and packed the yummiest lunch ever in her new unicorn lunch bag. She fell asleep saying, "I can't believe I'm really going to kindy tomorrow."
Alba wakes up SO early the next morning. She's ready way before we have to go so we just talk excitedly about the day and then jump on Bee to wake him up (sorry Bee
). The drive is ten minutes through mostly forests with the windows down.
We walk in and I read some of the children a book, telling Alba to let me know when she's ready for me to go. When I'm finished she cuddles me and kisses me and says, "you can go now if you want mama!" Just like that. I genuinely have to keep myself from crying. She holds the teacher's hand and they wave until I'm out of sight. As I walk I listen, worried I will hear her cry. But she doesn't. I do a little on the way home but not of sadness.
The teacher sends me picture updates throughout the day, telling me she's fitting right in. When we come to get her she is still fast asleep from naptime and she sits up and sleepily tells Bee and I that she loves kindy.
We collect her backpack and listen to her tales all the way home. It's a relief and a joy to know she loves going, especially after hearing stories from my mum of the way her heart broke when I used to cry. This is her third week and I don't think I'm ever going to grow tired of hearing her bubbling over with stories from the backseat about birthdays or sandcastles or dog paintings or baking or new friends.