I'm sorry I've left you all hanging on the outcome of Miss R.'s first few days of school. Thank you to everyone who commented.
The boys absolutely LOVE school, their teachers, their new friends, and everything else about 5th Grade and Kindergarten.
R.? Not so much.
Thursday was her first official day. I was very nervous because of the way she reacted the day before - WITH me there. It was rough, as was today.
T. and R. both need to be at school at 12:30. He goes in the front door of the building and lines up with his classmates, in the vestibule, at the main entrance. I need to wait with him until his teacher arrives.
I was hoping that R. would see that T. was so happy to be there. I wanted her to feed off of his excitement. I guess she thought he was full of shit, because as soon as we went outside to find her class (the Pre-K kids line up outside at another door), she began to whine that she wanted to go home.
I kept distracting her with small talk, in my ever so chipper voice, and walked to the back of the line with her. The teacher directed the children to start walking into the building.
The line moved. R. did not. She stood completely still. The poor kids behind her didn't know what to do.
Thankfully one of the other moms was quick on her feet. She asked R. to bring her daughter, E., a band-aid because "She really might need this."
R. understanding the importance of band-aids to a 4 year old, began to head to the door. I wanted to hug and kiss that mama.
I looked ahead and saw R. hand the girl the band-aid and again she planted her feet firmly to the concrete. She was not going to step one foot into the building.
Then I saw her teacher pick her up.
My entire body tensed. I was praying to the Lord above that R. didn't clock her during the first week of school.
I turned and went, tears streaming down my face and the sound of my daughter's cries ringing in my ears.
I went home and waited by the phone, sure that I would get a phone call stating that my daughter had given Ms. Liz a black eye.
The call never came and R. came out of that building at 3 pm with her good behavior sticker and a smile.