Many, many years ago when I was a young
mother, there came a time in each of my children lives when I sent
them off to kindergarten. At the time it was a semi traumatic experience.
They were 5 years old, so of course they
at the age where they making me crazy... naturally I was looking forward to sending them off for
half the day, I wouldn't even have to pay a sitter. When their first day of school arrived I admit panicked...my
baby is going off in to the big bad world with out me! What if they
get scared , what if they get dropped off at the wrong bus stop, what
if...?
One by one over the years I walked my little dears in to the big
scarey school, took them to their class room and each one of them
took off with a skip and a jump to look for new friends and play with
the “educational” toys. Never looking back or giving me a wave
good-bye. They were much braver than I was.
