Break my heart. My baby started senior kindergarten this fall, and while I was so looking forward for her to have the excitement and pride that this rite of passage brings, I wasn’t expecting what happened on the morning of her first day of school. St. Mary’s was decorated in blue and white balloons, and all the moms and dads were walking in their girls hand in hand. I was so excited and beginning to park the car, when we began a conversation something like this: Grayson: “Okay Mom, you can just drop me off here.”
Me: “But, Grayson, see all the moms and dads walking in? I want to walk in with you.”
Grayson: “No, mom. I’ll be just fine.”
Me: “Grayson, please? I won’t hold your hand, hug you, or kiss you. I’ll just follow you in.”
Grayson: “No thanks. I’ll be just fine.”
Me: “You don’t even know where your classroom is. Please let me come in with you.”
Grayson: “Mother, I am in Mrs. Walker and Mrs. Brown’s classroom. I will find it on my own. See ya! I love you.”
And, off she went. Independent with a capital “I”. Sniff, sniff!!!!!!!!!!
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I'm sorry for you that that happened, but I'm pretty sure I was the same way with my parents. Apparently I used to make them feel bad when I was a baby/toddler because I never resisted being dropped off at the nursery at church.
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