Today was little Victoria's first day of school. It's only pre-kinder, but she was so excited you couldn't tell the difference. We did her hair in little barrettes and then decided on pony tails, changed her clothes 3 times, then I walked her and the other children to school.
I wanted to escort her to the office and present her to Barbara deCastro, the school Administrator, but she wanted to go out and play in the yard with all of the other children and I let her while I waited outside Barbara's office.
Everything was fine until she realized that I had not followed her out to the schoolyard. Then she began to cry.
When I heard her crying, of course, I went to find her and, when she had ceased to cry, I took her to her class. That's when the crying began in earnest.
Now, Victoria is not the first three year old I've encountered in my days. Nor is she the strongest willed. I think it's simply because she's my little girl that I feel the way I do when she carries on that way. Needless to say, it wasn't the momentous occasion I thought it should have been, but they never are. Are they?
Later, after going to the bank to get the money for the tuition and registration, I returned and she was still crying. Everyone was on edge and I felt miserable. Barbara, the Administrator, reminded me that that's how the first day of pre-kinder is for a lot of kids. Not that that actually made me feel better, but it was a good way to think of it.
I wonder if she'll be ready to go back again tomorrow."
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