I know, right?
My baby. Kindy. Does not compute.
But yeah, it's happening.
Up until the first session last month, I was an absolute bundle of nerves. The world can be such a sucky place and sending your child off to school is like the first step of sending them out into the big, bad world. Nerves were a'jingling.
My baby, on the other hand, has been bursting with excitement for as long as I can about going to 'big school'.
When the initial orientation finally rolled around the other day, she skipped ahead of me the entire walk down to the school.
I watched her and I had to do a double take - I'm pretty sure that child was only learning to walk around my lounge room in that adorable bow legged, big nappy clad booty. drunken swagger that all babies do. Such a cliche, but how the hell can she be off to school already?
Any kind of reservations I had about Madam at school has faded away over these past couple of sessions. She isn't the type of kid to cling to my side (I can forsee us hitting 'oh mum, you're so uncool' stage in a few short years) but this was just a joke - Like, she immediately took off as soon as we entered the classroom, making a beeline for the colouring in station set up in the corner of the room.
Last week's session was even worse because the kidlets stayed in the classroom and the parents got to hang out in the hall, listening about school programs and Dollarmite accounts and the importance of a healthy breakfast. My boobs decided to distract me during the boring parts by triggering letdowns and spraying breastmilk through 3 layers of clothing. Fabulous.
Interestingly enough, one of the final points the teachers (teachers love powerpoint, don't they?) made was this:
I can promise you every point is in the bag, kindy teachers, except for that last one. Bets off for the holding back of tears. Oh yeah, the bets are off.
We have our preschool graduation spectacular this weekend too. All bets are off for the holding back of tears at that one too ...