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Entering the world of Pre-K and 2nd Grade

I am not sure who is more emotional about my baby girl starting Pre-K and my son starting 2nd grade, them or me. No I lie, I know who it is, it’s totally me. Ummm, wait I take that back. That only applies to my son. He has no qualms about walking into school with his head held high and ready to tackle the world that is a new school. I am beyond proud of him for this.
My husband waited in the car with the two little’s while I walked in with my oldest. He had mentioned a few times last night that he was worried that he wouldn’t remember where his classroom so I reminded him where it is and the room number but I couldn’t just let my little man walk in alone on his first day of school. That just not how I roll. So in we went, hand in hand. He was very quiet so I think he was a tad nervous but once we got to his room we said our goodbye’s and off he went to an empty seat. My sweet boy chose a table right up front.
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Now my daughter, that’s another story. She may be cute, shy, quiet and totally princess like but she is also quite dramatic and has some anxiety to her. So I prepared myself for the tears, the no mommy I don’t want to stay, the please don’t go and the screaming. But what I was faced with was the complete opposite. I am still in shock over what an easy transition this was for her. She immediately sat in her chair and started coloring and smiling and did shed a single tear when I said goodbye. She was so calm and I was so proud. Of course I didn’t actually leave until five minutes after I said goodbye. I kept peeking into the window and checking on her but she was fine. She was just sitting at her table coloring, totally in her element. I couldn’t be more proud of my baby girl.
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At seven last night she crashed, I guess the day wore her out.

All in all it was a GREAT first day of school for my babies.
By the way I was doing just fine, no crying from me after dropping my babies off. That is until I talked to my Dad and as soon as he asked “so how are you doing” the tears just started to flow. I blame him LOL

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