Well the birthday has come and gone and I've yet to write my post on what she's actually doing at three. This is mostly a record for me as I'm much more likely to include those things in a post and look back at it, than to actually take the time to write it down in her baby book. But more recently, Tera had her first day of preschool.
Many of you saw the pictures I posted on Monday with her Pinterest inspired chalkboard, of her all ready for her first day. I had cried and tried the best I could to mentally and emotionally prepare myself for Monday morning, and all things considered, I was holding up pretty well. We said our goodbyes, I teared up once more as she left with Tom, and I headed to work. The plan was for Tom to work from home on Monday so that he could go to the school and watch her get off the van from daycare and get into the building. And then many of you saw my post that Tera has decided that, much like her mom, Mondays really aren't her thing so around 7:40 Tom called and informed me that Tera had thrown up at daycare and he was going to get her. Monday would not be her first day of school. Tom ended up mostly working from home and taking care of Tera at the same time, who by the way, was totally fine. We have no idea what made her throw up.
Tuesday we did a take two. I changed the date on her chalkboard (added v2 to the bottom corner) and found that I was a little calmer on Tuesday before leaving for work. This time though, she made it. At work I waited anxiously to hear from Tom that she had made it successfully into her new school. He called to let me know that while there had been some tears, she didn't seem completely distraught from what he could tell. I also talked with the director of her daycare who had been the one to drop her off and she confirmed that Tera had cried for a while (and admitted that she had also), but that by the time she was pulling away, Tera had started walking into the school with the rest of the kids from her class. Once I heard that she was back safe and sound at daycare, I was able to relax a bit, but was still very anxious to hear from her new teacher who had said she would email me to let me know how her first day went.
So we packed up her stuff, I gathered up her Scooby Doo school backpack and we headed out for our treat. I don't always get to do things like that with her because of all of our various appointments and just life in general and I always wish that I could. I am very fortunate that those things do get to happen more in the summer when I'm home with her, but I'm so glad I made the made the time for just her and me.
So all in all it was a good first day. And her second day went well also and with fewer tears; on her part, I'm actually okay now, although I do admit finding myself watching the clock a little more often in the morning to see where in her day she is and wondering if she's where she should be safely.
But I will say, this is definitely one of those times I wish more than other times that she could talk. I want so desperately to know what she thinks of her new classroom, and teacher and friends, and how she thinks it is going. I want so much for her to be able to tell me what she had for lunch at school, and that she played in the sensory table in her new classroom and if she liked it. In our day to day life it would be really more convenient for her to be able to tell us what she wants and doesn't want, but that's just convenience. More than anything I just want to be able to hear her tell us about her day and her likes and dislikes, what is fun for her and what she enjoys. I know that time will come, and like everything else, I just have to try and be patient. But that's never been one of my best traits...