I intended to write this hours ago, but I had to stop for therapy. Creme brulee therapy. Turns out, dropping your child off at a brick and mortar school (they are attending) for the first time is pretty emotional.
Even if the child is ready. Even if the child is seventeen. Even if it’s a university campus.
I’ve witnessed mothers doing this, of course, since I taught in the public school system before becoming a mama. Most of my friends did this with their babies. When the kiddos went to kindergarten.
Maybe not so much when they went to university orientation.
Still… it was my very first time to make this walk. This walk to the car, leaving my child behind in a school.
I did great. Parked, hung out in line with her, and made sure all was in order for her to check in. No tears. All smiles.
Then she walked into the building and I left.
I made it about fifty steps. Then the tears started flowing. I couldn’t even help it. Seriously.
It didn’t matter that she chose this path. It didn’t matter that she’s actually going to be living at home while she goes to UNM. It doesn’t matter that her dad works nearby.
My first born child is enrolled in and will attend a school that is not in our home, full time. For the first time. And I had to drop her off for two days.
The school is liberal as all get out. It will not try to encourage HB in her faith. It won’t ask us for input on curriculum or agenda.
So…. pretty big day for me. HB will do and be just fine, I’m sure. These two days will give her a tiny idea of what lies ahead for her, but just a tiny one.
I really am excited for her new season and look forward to what God has planned for her.
It’s just… well….it’s pretty emotional to do this for the first time.
And it required creme brulee for this mama.
Yes, that’s an empty container that previously held creme brulee. That’s how emotional I was: I didn’t even remember to take a photo of it for this blog post until it was gone. Same gig with taking a selfie with HB. Didn’t remember until she was gone. And I looked like a raccoon. I don’t post photos of myself when I’m a mascara raccoon, thankyouverymuch.
Can’t wait to hear all about it from her tomorrow night when she gets home.
Maybe she’ll bring me creme brulee?
How did you handle your first time leaving your child at school? If you haven’t ever done, how do you think you’d handle it?