The first day of kindergarten was the lovely stereotype of crisp sweater-weather and cheer.
Over the next few days, Genevieve began to sob and beg not to go to school ("I weeped," she told me). This was not our independent girl.
We talked about adjusting, making friends, focusing on the good things, learning to read, etc. etc. We prayed with her (and very hard for her). Finally, I talked to the harried teacher who assured me that the crying disappearing 10 minutes into the day.
But the crying was starting the night before at our house and continuing in the morning, on the walk to school, and at goodbye. This is our first kindergartner - my husband and I began to question ourselves.
Then, out of the blue, Genevieve said, "I've adjusted to school, Mom. I wish I was there now." And there has not been a bad word about school since then. Thank you, God. I don't think I've adjusted to her school yet, but I'm working on it - avoiding the cruddy cafeteria food, stocking up on uniforms, dealing with the deluge of paper, getting ready to think about homework. . .