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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Just Write: Mama Always Comes Back.

"Mama always comes back and gets me. Mama always comes back and gets me." She is reciting over and over and over again from the backseat.

She has asked, begged, pleaded with me to not send her to school. My outgoing chatterbox lover of all things people doesn't want to go to school.

"I go to coffee shop with you." She's been saying the last couple weeks. "I help you work." She tries and she tries.

As I unbuckle her and strap her backpack on her back, hand her her lunch box, I tell her school will be so fun. And play with some friends today, ok?

"I not have friends." She says.

I want to say, no crying today, but I know it's inevitable.

We walk in and she hangs her backpack, puts her lunch box on her chair and her hand grips mine.

One hug, one kiss. I tell her. I can't pick her up because when I do, the teachers end up having to peel her little body off of mine.

We hug, we kiss, we hug again. Her eyes lock with mine.

I'll see you in a little while, I say while handing her hand to her teacher watching tears stream down her face.

I stand in the hall and listen for the sobs to stop. They do. They always do.

It just doesn't make it any easier.

Four hours later, I pick her up and she is engaged and she is happy. She must say goodbye to all her friends she claims she didn't have and  also her teachers. And when we walk out she tells me, "Mama always comes back to get me."

Linking up to Just Write today. An exercise in free writing, no editing.


Blogger Mry Jhnsn said...

What a sweet heart and such a great post! Don't they just know which strings to pull?

October 18, 2011 at 3:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh how sweet!! yes mama always comes back!! pulled on my heart string 1400 miles away..

Love You all
Auntie Laurie

October 18, 2011 at 6:50 PM  
Blogger Erin said...

When I worked in daycare settings, we always said the parents make it harder for the kids when it's time to say goodbye (although, I'm sure it would break my heart too). I like your one hug, one kiss rule. And I think it's adorable that she reminds herself over and over again that you WILL be there to pick her up. She loves her mama!

October 18, 2011 at 8:24 PM  
Blogger Beth said...

Bless her heart! I think you're handling it quite well though.

October 19, 2011 at 9:31 AM  
Anonymous Mel B. said...

Isn't that the hardest thing as a mom? My oldest went through something similar at preschool and then you remember the twins at ECFE last fall, right? Every week for 2 months..."Mommy Always Comes Back"!! It's our mantra, too, and it does work. I'm leaving them at KidFit while I work out and they are doing great now...stages, stages,'s what childhood is all about! And just think of how much she's growing and learning in those 4 hours. Good for you for being strong!

October 19, 2011 at 10:32 AM  
Anonymous Dadio said...

Well you know, it won't be long and it will be no time for Mom or Dad too busy with friends! Enjoy and cherish this time. Luv 2 all.

October 19, 2011 at 11:49 AM  
Blogger Anti-Supermom said...

What a sweet post! Adorable that she keeps saying that from the back seat. Love her, and she loves you!

October 19, 2011 at 3:26 PM  
Anonymous Krishann said...

This is so sweet!! I remember always reminding my daughter of this when she was first starting preschool. I just love how they are always so happy when they see us at the end of their day. It makes every stressful moment, frustration or challenge seem so small and insignificant.

October 19, 2011 at 7:49 PM  

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