Kinder

I have been reading all of these gorgeous posts about back to school, excited children, nervous mothers, playground etiquette, school uniforms, lunch box fillings, and for the first timers the nervousness of the unknown. 

All the while I was thinking 'our day will come', It seemed to me that everyone was going back early and I had thought to myself that it was funny Poppy started a week later, oh well perhaps they are staggering the Kinder starting dates?

So there I was last week, enjoying a day on the beach with my little ones when my phone rings "Hi Mrs Roberts, I was wondering why Poppy isn't at her first day of school today?" I suddenly got a huge lump in my throat. Somewhere along the line the dates had been messed up, it was the middle of the day, I was hours away and Poppy was missing her first day of school. 

There was nothing I could possible do, it was too late, everyone else in her class had had their big day, I imagined all these little four year olds with their Mums, Dads, Brothers, Aunties, Pops and Grannys, excited to show them where their class room was, picking out lockers, have photos taken for the class wall and soaking in their first day with out my biggest girl. 

I was so upset that I had let this happened I cried and was angry at myself. I decided not to tell Poppy she had missed her first day and let her enjoy her holiday at the coast.

On the Sunday before her big day we packed her lunch together, laid out her uniform, packed her bag, and slipped a little felt heart in her pocket that I had made her to carry if she needed.

Today was her big day. Pop came to watch the twins so we could have some special big girl time. She was clueless that it wasn't everyone else's first day and took it all in her stride. Her teacher showed us around and Poppy loved that her name was already on the birthday wall, we played in the dolls house, drew a picture together, talked to some other students and finally I kissed her and off I went. 

I filled the day in with the twins and made Poppy a special first day of school cake (I couldn't help myself).

3 O'clock came and I picked her up like I will many times over the next 10 years. She was happy, tired and seemed like an old pro after only one day.

All my worrying over nothing, my little girl is bigger and more confident than I could have imagined, and I couldn't have been prouder. 

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