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Our first day of school…

My daughter, who I have coined Ms. Prissy, is attending a new school for first grade. Throughout the summer, she was anxious about leaving her former school and making new friends. So, as the pre-emptive woman that I am, I went into overdrive to get her prepared for what I knew would be an emotional experience for her. I made play dates with her future classmates, she chose a new book bag and lunchbox for the occasion, and we visited the school together a few times and even met her new teacher before the first day.

And then it arrived.

We ate breakfast together, got dressed, and sat down to do my daughter’s hair. In her timid voice, she whispered, “Mom, I am scared.”

“I know, baby,” I said calmly. “ It’s natural to be scared before starting a new adventure. Or doing anything new. But you will be fine and make a lot of new friends. I am sure in a few weeks, you will love the school.” She gave me a hug and we headed out.

My aunt came along for the ride to drop Ms. Prissy off for her “big day.” As we drove, all seemed fine. But when we arrived and parked the car, Ms. Prissy emphatically declared, “I am not getting out!”

I calmly went to the passenger side and opened her door. Kneeling at her seat, I gave her another reassuring hug. “Honey, it will be okay. “ I am here and Auntie is here. We are going to walk in there together.” She got out of the car apprehensively.

As one of the first families to arrive, my daughter’s teacher personally showed her where to place her book bag. I thought this would be a good time to make my exit. I gave her another hug and announced, “It is time for me to go, baby.”

And as my body shifted to leave, she dug her razor-sharp nails into my arm and commanded, “No, you aren’t going.” I looked up for her teacher for help, but she was welcoming another family that had just arrived.

“I have to go.” I said. “ You will be fine”

“No, Mom, no” she pleaded. Then the tears began to pour. She pulled both my aunt and I to a corner, positioning us like a shield between her and the class. I tried a desperate tactic. I started pointing out books on the shelf that we had at home.

“You know all these books.” You will love it here,” I said. But my daughter was focused. Focused on me leaving and new children flooding the room. As her tears continued to stream down her face and I kept up my measly attempts to reassure her, it happened. My eyes began to swell up and my strong front was broken. I began to cry.

Some other parents saw the emotional scene and came over to welcome us. One mother began patting me on the back and reassured us both.

“It is going to be okay. Your daughter will be fine here.”

I wanted to scream out, “ I am not that mother!” But I could not get it together to save my life.

When did I become the crying parent at the school drop-off? This whole time I thought I needed to be preparing my daughter for her first day jitters. It turned out, I failed to prepare myself for feeling inept at helping my baby when I am unable to make it all better with Mommy’s words, kiss or hug.

I wiped away my tears as the teacher came over to help diffuse the situation. She told me I could sit outside and get a coffee.

Ugh! I couldn’t hide my embarrassment no matter how hard I tried. But I managed a weak goodbye and left.

My daughter made it through the day and she now loves her new school.

skye day2 school

 And I got schooled, too. I will no longer judge all those “hysterical” mothers because I know now that I am one.

What am I going to do when it’s my youngest daughter’s turn to go to a new school? Somebody send me a box of tissues and an Ativan.

C.G. Rawles
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17 Comments Post a comment
  1. Glenn H. #

    Beautiful story. I am not looking forward to that day but know to prepare myself for the emotions.

    September 20, 2011
  2. The good news is that you have had a dress rehearsal before bringing your daughter to Spelman. We invented “The Parting Ceremony” for Spelman parents so they would leave without camping out in the dorm rooms at the end of Freshman orientation week.
    At least, by the time your younger child starts school, she will have her BIG sister to lean on. As a second child,I assure you that we adjust faster than THAT Mother.

    September 20, 2011
  3. Lisa O'Brien #

    Lovely story … and I HIGHLY recommend this book for dealing with separation anxiety. It’s a WONDERFUL story!

    http://www.amazon.com/Kissing-Hand-Audrey-Penn/dp/0878685855

    September 20, 2011
  4. natalie #

    it will be a breeze with sage!

    September 20, 2011
  5. Mi querida,

    I want to see the book with illustrations. So stop crying and get to work 🙂

    Con mucho amor y cariño,

    Arturo

    September 20, 2011
  6. Tony Garcia #

    Can’t wait to read this aloud to my kids. This is spectacular!!

    September 21, 2011
  7. Too cute… don’t worry, it’s not as easy with the 2nd or in my case 3rd child…but you can manage. Tip: drop her off and run! By time you realize you want to cry you will be the car. LOL!!

    September 21, 2011
  8. I understand what you feel so well my friend. I had become every single thing I was against to. The dramatic mother, the difficult mother, the paranoid mother, etc. Then with time I realize it was just a little step to grow up as a mother. I sure hope I get better with Nelli, but it is hard to say because every child is a different experience. You’ll be fine and believe me you are doing a great job as a parent.

    September 21, 2011
  9. Granny Rita (Donovan Livingston) #

    A great story as your many others.
    Donovan and I have read them
    together,wait till college.

    September 22, 2011
  10. Nicole Tucker #

    Sometimes its when we are most focused on them that we are most vulnerable. I had a very similar situation occur and I felt so embarrassed. Just a reminder of what a big yet wonderful job it is to parent. Well done, Mom!

    September 22, 2011
  11. Ashley D-J #

    So sweet!

    September 23, 2011
  12. Summer #

    I was wondering where you guys were! Great story, but we miss you so much!!!

    September 23, 2011
  13. Paytress #

    I love the story! Totally understood, cute and funny too lol!

    September 23, 2011
  14. Kimani #

    What an honest and heartfelt depiction of some of the challenges that we face as compassionate parents! How powerful (re-framing your feeling of being a “hysterical” mother)it is for your daughters to experience your compassion and support (amidst tears at times)! It is funny how the universe “checks us” when we say “never” just like I used to think (pre-motherhood) of mothers with screaming children on airplanes (smile).

    September 25, 2011
  15. Ms. Cherie #

    I love your stories. I am all of those mothers and I still cry when my kindergarteners go off to big school. I stay on alert until I hear that all of my special “babies” are doing fine and have adjusted. Good Job, Skye!

    September 26, 2011
  16. Kishanna Poteat Brown #

    Awesome, Calida!!!! You’ll be fine with Sage because you’ve gotten over that hump! You’ll just be able to hold it in a little longer!!! Do take tissues just in case!!! LOL!!!

    September 28, 2011
  17. Tonya Salvant Tooley #

    Hey Calida! I got an email about your new book and decided to check out your blog!! Congratulations!! The blog is fantastic. Can’t wait to get the book! Your daughters are growing up so fast. They are beautiful…just like their Mommy. 🙂

    November 16, 2011

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