The morning started out pretty good.Apparently she wants to be a Ballerina Gymnast when she grows up. Two things we've never signed her up for. :D
We went to our annual pancake breakfast down the street.
This is were things started to unravel. She didn't want to eat and we didn't really push her to much.
This years Kindergarteners.
All the grade school kids on our street.
For two years she's talked about getting to ride Mr. Matt's Mizzou bus. This morning she did not want to get on. We did not ride the bus with her. We met the bus up at the school.
Getting off the bus in front of school.
Trying to be brave and smile.
This is when it all went down hill. The little girl next to her was getting a little upset which in turn made Violet upset. I nudged to Chris to get going because the teacher was trying to get parents out the door. Chris gave her a hug and she just cried and cried. I quickly kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Violet was so glued to Chris that he and the teacher had a hard time prying her off. Her teacher told us to go to the office to let them know the situation and they brought out a counselor to notify her.
We then went to an informal Kindergarten meeting for parents in the library. Afterwards we had a little discussion with the counselor about Violet plus the fact that her world is going to change again in about 6 weeks. So now they are aware of our home situation.
What makes me upset is having her being the only child in the classroom balling. I just don't want her to be singled out as the weak one.
I'll get pictures this afternoon of her getting off the regular bus and of her getting on the bus tomorrow morning. Hope all goes more smoothly tomorrow morning.
First Day of School Poem
I wonder what you're doing right now,
And if everyone is treating you kind.
I hope there is a special person,
A nice friend that you can find.
I wonder if the teacher knows,
Just how special you are to me.
And if the brightness of your heart
Is something they can see.
I wonder if you are thinking about us,
And if you need a hug.
I already miss the sound of your voice
And how you give my hand a tug.
I wonder if you could possibly understand
How hard it is for me to let you grow.
On this day know that my heart breaks,
For this is the first step in letting my baby go.
-unknown