Yesterday was Saoirse’s first day of preschool. Would you hand me those tissues, please?
Nah, I’m kidding. I didn’t cry, but it was strange. Saoirse was so excited to go into her classroom when we dropped her off that I had to force a one-armed hug on her, and David didn’t even get a “bye.” Which is good, I guess, because that means she’s ready and happy, so we should be, too.
But this it. This is the beginning. It’s the start of living in our car, and shuttling the kids back and forth, and no longer travelling like a mama duck with her babies in tow. I took Quinn to a MyGym class by ourselves, then into a grocery store to pick up a few items before we met Saoirse at the end of her day. The whole time we were out, Quinn and I kept sort of gazing around, then looking at each other, like, huh. It’s awfully quiet, just the two of us here, ain’t it?
After we picked her up, SK practically bounced along the sidewalk on the way out of the building. “Mom,” she asked, “Can we come back to school some other time?”
Once we got into the car, we were talking some more about her day, and I told her that yes, she’d come back in two days.
“Oh,” she said. “Are you going to leave me?” Yep, I responded. But just like today, just like every day, I’ll be back to pick her up.
I’m glad you had fun, I told her. Did you miss us? I asked. “Nooooo,” she squealed, and giggled.
I’ll take those tissues now.