Okay...my frustration has subsided, I can blog again....
(if you don't know why I was frustrated, see my last blog)
We took Rebecca to her first day of pre-school and she was so excited. She dressed up in her prettiest ballet dance (dress) with pink and fuscia flowers on it. She wore her new pink Cinderella back pack and was raring to get there. She was all aglow with excitement, and the pink matched the color of her daddy's bloodshot eyes. Her excitement was matched by her parents anxiety, with her loving daddy close to tears all morning.
We took the traditional "first day of school" picture and she looked adorable. The teacher took us into the classroom which was lovely, miniature versions of everything you can imagine. The whole room decorated in bright, clear primary colors. The huge windows and sky lights provide natural light and everything looks bright and clean. Every toy and imagination station you can imagine....it was an overwhelming wonderland for Rebecca. She looked around the room with a huge grin on her face.
We nervous parents offered to stay with her until she was comforable in her new surroundings. She replied, "No. Go now. You can go home. Bye. See you later." As she led us to the door.
She is ready to embrace her independence and life with the kids and all that school entails.
With teary eyes we went out of the room to fill out the forms, then went to look in the "spy" window provided for anxious parents who want to see how their child is interacting without being seen by said child. We watched her during circle time, dancing and singing with the other kids like she'd been doing this her whole life.
When we'd finished the forms, the teacher came out a little pink cheeked and laughing. She explained Rebecca had been painting a picture so the teacher thought she'd interact with her.
The teacher said to Becca, "I'll put your name on this painting so we'll know its yours. See? This is your name. R-E-B-E-C-C-A"
Rebecca looked her and said very sincerely, "Good job!" to the teacher. (as in I'm so proud of you for being able to spell my name)
The teacher thought is was so cute but a little embarassed at being encouraged rather than being the encourager.
That's my Rebecca, always the little adult.
We left her for the two hours and came back to find her engrossed in play and loving it. We had a harder time with Isabella, who missed her sister desparately.
Life is just clicking along and we passed a milestone, so I am thrilled, anxious, excited and fearful all at the same time...but the look on Rebecca's face tells me this is the right thing.
(if you don't know why I was frustrated, see my last blog)
We took Rebecca to her first day of pre-school and she was so excited. She dressed up in her prettiest ballet dance (dress) with pink and fuscia flowers on it. She wore her new pink Cinderella back pack and was raring to get there. She was all aglow with excitement, and the pink matched the color of her daddy's bloodshot eyes. Her excitement was matched by her parents anxiety, with her loving daddy close to tears all morning.
We took the traditional "first day of school" picture and she looked adorable. The teacher took us into the classroom which was lovely, miniature versions of everything you can imagine. The whole room decorated in bright, clear primary colors. The huge windows and sky lights provide natural light and everything looks bright and clean. Every toy and imagination station you can imagine....it was an overwhelming wonderland for Rebecca. She looked around the room with a huge grin on her face.
We nervous parents offered to stay with her until she was comforable in her new surroundings. She replied, "No. Go now. You can go home. Bye. See you later." As she led us to the door.
She is ready to embrace her independence and life with the kids and all that school entails.
With teary eyes we went out of the room to fill out the forms, then went to look in the "spy" window provided for anxious parents who want to see how their child is interacting without being seen by said child. We watched her during circle time, dancing and singing with the other kids like she'd been doing this her whole life.
When we'd finished the forms, the teacher came out a little pink cheeked and laughing. She explained Rebecca had been painting a picture so the teacher thought she'd interact with her.
The teacher said to Becca, "I'll put your name on this painting so we'll know its yours. See? This is your name. R-E-B-E-C-C-A"
Rebecca looked her and said very sincerely, "Good job!" to the teacher. (as in I'm so proud of you for being able to spell my name)
The teacher thought is was so cute but a little embarassed at being encouraged rather than being the encourager.
That's my Rebecca, always the little adult.
We left her for the two hours and came back to find her engrossed in play and loving it. We had a harder time with Isabella, who missed her sister desparately.
Life is just clicking along and we passed a milestone, so I am thrilled, anxious, excited and fearful all at the same time...but the look on Rebecca's face tells me this is the right thing.
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