It's official. The girl who was my tiny three pound baby in the NICU just yesterday started preschool today and grew up in a matter of seconds. I spent the past week preparing myself for the moment I dropped her off at school and yet I was still unprepared when we walked into the building.
Gracie was so excited this morning that she woke up at 6am to tell me that she was ready for school. We pulled up in front of the school and she was filled with joy and yelling "that's my schoooooooooooool" from the backseat. We got there early and the school wasn't open yet, so we had to wait a few minutes in the car. Finally we got out of the car and walked up the stairs and into the school.
As we walked down the hall, we saw that there was a blackboard on an easel outside the door that said "Welcome Gracie!" on it. We stepped into the classroom and back to the coatroom where Gracie found her coat hook complete with name tag. She hung up her coat and backpack and went right into the classroom. Immediately she was interacting with the other children and was totally oblivious to the fact that Joe and I were even there. We said goodbye and headed out of the school.
And as we walked down the stairs in the front of the school, my eyes welled up with tears. I then waited the entire 3.5 hours for the phone to ring, I thought that surely she would miss me and be too upset to stay at school...but I was wrong. No phone calls, and at 11:30 we came back to pick her up and she was thrilled to see us. She had a wonderful day and can't wait to go back on Thursday.
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