Day 10 of Kindergarten went something like this.
A snuggle in her bed. "I don't want to go today mommy."
Me: "You'll love today Abigail. It's your library day. You'll go to the library and the teacher will read a story to you."
We moved on to breakfast, dress on, hair done and all seemed fine.
I pulled up at the school and instead of hopping out with her sister she just sat in her car seat with this kind of look on her face (this was not today... but looked like today)
Me: "Come on sweet girl. Let's get your backpack on."
Abigail: (now silent tears going down her cheeks) "I don't want to go to school."
Me: "Oh, I think I see a little girl that's in your class. Let's go catch up to her."
Abigail: (now very mad at me for driving her to school and making her go again) "I'm NOT going!"
Me: "Abigail, do you want to walk down the hill holding my hand or Anna's?
Abigail: "Carry me?"
Me: "No, let's walk" (trying to sound cheerful and happy about the bright sunny morning)
So Anna, Abigail and I walked down the hill toward the school where they would wait in their lines to start the day. But then Abigail just stopped walking and refused to take another step. I coaxed her along a few more steps and then she just stopped again. This went on and on until we were almost to her Kindergarten line.
Anna, who at this point was worried about being late to her line gave her little sister a quick hug and kiss and off she went. Just inches from her line, Abigail refused to budge. Now crying and giving me those sad eyes said, "I didn't get to give Anna a hug!"
So I ran Abigail over to the other side of the school where fourth grade lines up and Anna left her line (big steps for Anna) they hugged and then back to the Kindergarten line we went.
Abigail: "I don't want to go to school any more. I miss you." She added, "I like preschool better. It's shorter." (thinking I do too.. but would never say that)
And then the bell rang. Her teacher came out and walked her class in. Abigail had her eyes on me the whole time silently begging me to scoop her up and bring her home.
Her teacher stopped at the door and gave everyone a high-five. Abigail just stood there when it was her turn. She didn't participate in the morning greeting and I know she was crying.
And so it goes. She's my little lamb... the one who would stay home with me forever, cuddling and playing. But I know this will some day pass. She'll one day be a confident fourth grader who loves school and loves learning. But this is so hard for her. One more day Abigail and then it's a three day weekend!