School started on Monday for the twins and Lydia. The miraculous part of that day was that nobody cried when I left them and everyone was very happy to see me when I picked them up. I think God really helped them get through the morning without tears because He knew I couldn't handle it. The night before I was in tears because I was anticipating how hard letting the twins go would be, especially with them clinging and crying the next day at drop off. When they didn't well up and bawl, it made it so much easier for me to leave. I know there was Divine intervention going on.
Carl said it's not like they're going to kindergarten, why are you so upset? It's just because I remember taking Lydia to this preschool her first day as a two year old and at that point, the twins were in pumpkin seats, only a month old. Now, here I am dropping them off and I don't have anyone else in pumpkin seats. They are the end of the line. It just seems like my babies are getting too big, too fast and I know, all Mom's say that - we're all a broken record, I guess. But, these are my babies and dang it - I have to mourn a little the passing of time, the way they've changed and I haven't. It's like I've stood still and my kids just got away from me. I know, I know - wait until their 15 and I'm saying that.
Tuesday, Quinn started 2nd grade. There, again, it feels like I just put her on the bus for kindergarten. She was so excited to go and how can you be sad when there's that much enthusiasm coming from a 7 year old. She had a great day and hasn't stopped bubbling over all week long.
Wednesday, I expected the twins to blubber a little because, they had smartened up since our visit to preschool on Monday. They now knew that I leave them when we go to the FUN classroom. They didn't disapppoint me, either. The second we hit the door to the building, Hayden started saying, "No! No! No!" and pulling on my hand to leave. We walked Lydia to her classroom and then proceeded to the two year old room. By the time we walked down the hall to the room, Hayden was bawling and tears were puddling on the floor (and some drool!). William ran right in the room to play and then stopped, turned, saw his sister and dissolved into tears himself. Carl had come to drop off with me and we both had to turn and leave them there destroyed. It pretty much made you feel terrible. BUT - they survived. The teacher said that Hayden was definitely not happy about being there, but she didn't cry all day and she participated in everything they did. William got over it pretty quickly and did well. We'll see what next week brings.
The mood in our house during the day this week has been altered dramatically because of school that all I can say is, THANK THE LORD. I was literally tearing my hair out last week and this week, I have more patience, there's so little fighting, the toys stay put away a little longer, the meals are little easier and all around, I've been a better Mom because I am getting a little relief. I needed it. I'm feeling pretty good about how this year will turn out and I hope I'm right. For now, I'll take another Monday of no tears next week and call it a victory. Wish me luck! It's all about the little things after all.
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