Who knew pre-school could be so tough? I mean we didn’t have to take any SAT’s, we didn’t have a summer reading list, yet, this has been one rocky road to the sandbox. I thought it would be a piece of cake, but as I’ve written before, it’s been pretty sucky. Alas, there is light at the end of the juice box. Ladies and gentlemen, she has stopped crying! After two weeks of puppy dog eyes and quivering lips, not one tear is being shed anymore these days…by her. Yeah, that’s right, guess who’s crying now?

   I’m not saying I want to see my daughter sad when I leave her, but there is something deep down that says, “wow, she loves me that much that she’s so upset for leaving me for just a couple of hours.” Although I stressed about it and wondered why she was the only one crying, it made me know just how much I meant to her. It may sound stupid, but it’s the truth. But, as a mom, I know she needs to separate and spread her little wings, even if it’s just at pre-school. Plus, I was also starting to get frustrated that she was the only kid there crying.

   Fast forward two weeks and I just about get a kiss goodbye. Once the crayons and markers come out, it’s peace out mom, don’t let the door hit you on the way out, if you know what I mean.  As I walk down the hallway, I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I’m the one who’s sad now. See, with her being so upset in the beginning, I never had the chance to feel sad myself because I was so worried about her. But, now that I know she’s drawing and singing her days away, I guess it’s my turn. At least she says she misses me when I pick her up. So for now, I’ll take that. I know there will come a day (soon) when she won’t and then I’ll really be crying.