Friday, September 14, 2012


Genevieve's first day of preschool was today.  She woke up so excited to go, threw on her 100% pink outfit that she had laid the night before, and made a valiant effort to keep it moving and not drag her feet through our get-out-the-door routine. 

Such a difference compared to a year ago.  I was the mom who started sobbing when it was time to leave her.  She wrapped her arms and legs around me, hid her face in my shoulder and quietly cried, "mama, I'm feeling nervous and scared and think I am too little to be here."  I cried the whole way to work, tried my best to put my game face on for a managers meeting, and reverted to not thinking about her at all through the day - the survival mechanism I had developed as a working mom.  If I just didn't think about my babies I could make it through the day.

Today felt so much better.  I didn't have to stuff anything away, just squeezed my big girl and told her to have a great day, and off Marguerite and I went for three hours of just the two of us.

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