This morning I got to be the "experienced" one...the mommy who already dealt with dropping her daughter off at daycare for the first time...the mommy who had the guilt/anxiety/excitement of the child's first day....the mommy who had knots in her stomach worrying about whether my daughter would be happy, if the kids would like her, if the teacher would love her....the mommy who was nervous about her napping on a cot for 2 hours....
My friend dropped her daughter off this morning to the same classroom that I have been dropping Jenna off to for the past month. We had breakfast together after our uneventful (thank god) drop offs.
I got to tell my friend how freaking happy Jenna is at her school...how when I say "we're going to school" in the morning, she runs to the door....how she runs into the classroom with a smile on her face, turns back blows me a kiss and keeps going....how when I pick her up there's a little part of me that thinks she's slightly disappointed that she has to leave this great place....how Jenna's teacher reminds me of myself when I was that young and working in daycare....how she's such a caring, loving teacher...how Jenna has learned SO MUCH there.
This breakfast was good for my friend (I hope) and just has good for me. It reinforced what a good decision this was for my family. Jenna's so happy and I don't have to worry about her and can deal with my own "back to school" jitters!!