It gets easier. At least that’s what we told one mom who was walking out of the preschool, away from her daughter, for the first time. I drove the getaway van, and so my job was to stay in the vehicle while Erica went in to walk Ella to her class.
I realized just now while I’m typing this, I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I snapped this photo as they walked away before deciding to stop looking like the paparazzi parent that I am and just let her go to school like a normal kid.
And just like that she was gone and headed into her classroom to see her teacher and make new friends. There was a feeling I can’t put my finger on in the pit of my stomach. It was part sadness and part joy. I think this is just what it feels like to be a parent.
We drove the short trip home and unloaded Pax out of the van, still in his pajams and wrapped in a blanket to protect him from what seems to be the beginning of our fall weather. And started a few projects around the house which helped me take my mind off things.
But I can’t help getting nostalgic. So I looked up this old post, a letter I wrote to Ella on her very first day of school ever. I think she understands how it all works now, so she isn’t so worried that we won’t come back. Then I browsed the pictures from a year ago and smiled at these treasures.
And then it was fun to compare them to the photos we took this year. I can really tell a difference in her. She’s not as nervous. She’s actually comfortable with the idea of going to school. But she’s still as cute as ever.