Preschool Perfection

It’s hard for me to believe that Harlan is old enough to go to a class all by herself. It seems like just yesterday she needed every single second of my attention and now I sometimes find myself fighting for hers.

Harlan started preschool last week. She is in a two’s program at Kidville. They call it Kidville University or KVU. We have taken so many classes at Kidville and Harlan is so in love with that place, that I knew it would be perfect for her. She goes three days a week for two hours.

MacKay and I spoke with Harlan a lot in the weeks before school started to try to get her excited, but it seems our pep talk wasn’t necessary. She woke up last Monday morning asking me right away if we were going to “school at Kidville.” When I told her that it was, in fact, her first day of school she raised her hands in the air and shouted, “yay, I’m excited!”

She picked out her first day of school outfit {she specifically asked for a ballerina shirt and a tutu of course} put on her backpack and was ready to head out the door!

I told her to tell me how excited she was and this is the face I got!

Parents were asked to stay the first day and I happily obliged as Harlan hasn’t separated before {except when I am at the gym.} She entered the room without hesitation and was playing with her teachers before I could even put our stuff down.

I watched from the side of the room as she willingly listened to her teachers, followed all of their instructions {can I please take them home with me so they can ask her to clean up her room?} and sat patiently at the table for arts and crafts.

She even shared colors with the other kids, which is something I have seen her struggle with when we are at play dates.

She sat through snack eating cheerios one by one and raising her hand every time she needed more water {this is now something that she does at home because she “learn at school.”}

After snack I watched her get some of her energy out in the gym before it was time to head home.

As we left she said goodbye to all of her teachers and blew them a kiss as we walked into the elevator. On our bus ride home she told me all about her day, as if she didn’t know I was sitting in the room watching.

Her next class she eagerly walked into the room excited for her second day of school. That day I knew she was ready to separate {and so was I.} I told her I would be back to get her later, I loved her, and gave her a kiss. She told me she loved me, gave me a kiss back and ran to the play kitchen with her other friends.

I watched in the window making sure she was going to be alright and not cry now that I had left. She didn’t even look up for me. I couldn’t help but only go a few blocks away, just in case they called and needed me. They never called.

I’ve dropped her off everyday since with an “I love you” and a kiss. She has proven herself to be an independent little school girl. And I have proven to be her very proud and happy mother.