Day 1-3 looked like this...Sad and Scared, If you look at the top, Kingston is already at the top of the stairs.
Kingston thought it was his first day of school and didn't want to leave!
There he is racing up the stairs. He screamed when I told him he had to leave.
"Don't worry about me mom, I'm gonna be okay."
"I don't want mommy to come to school with me... I can go all by myself!"
So in my head I'm like, "HALLELUYER!!"
As we were driving to her first day of Preschool she said,
"I don't Mommy to leave me there."
"I want mommy to stay with me."
" I don't want to go to the Big Girls School." We walked up those stairs leading to Creative Day and for the first time in Kienna's life, I could tell she was scared. Scared of the unknown. She is very talkative, social, and confident around her brothers and I but she shuts down if we are not there. With us moving to 3 different cities in the past 4 years, the kids don't really have the opportunity to make close play date friends. They played a lot with each other.
Day 1,2, and 3 were terrible drop offs. She cried and cried. Teachers had to hold her back. I could see her running away from the teachers, hiding under the chairs and tables, while trying to dodge the teachers. The teachers had to literally corner her, catch her, hold her, and comfort her for those first three days. It was hard on our whole family. Kingston was fussy at home because for the first time in his life his sister was gone. It was almost like he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't want to play with Kelan either. As for me, I was filled with feelings heartache and anger.
The phrase. "Grrrrrrr..." pretty much sums up how I felt for these past three days.
I told Joe, " Should we just pull her out and wait untill the Falll to enroll her?
She might be ready if we wait till after the summer." J
oe told me to wait 2 more weeks and if she is still crying, screaming, and running away, we should take her out.
Day 3: One morning, I caught her staring down in her cereal and when I called her to look up her eyes were filled with tears. I asked her what was wrong and she responded...
"please don't make me go to school." And she continued to look down while all of the tears fell in her milk. She didn't make any noises while crying. ((Which is a first for Kienna!)
They were silent tears that broke my heart. So I did the only thing I could do...Hold her and pray with her. Something along the lines of "please heip Kienna Mika enjoy preschool and be happy again." "Please help her to remember she is loved."
Day 4: On Friday January 20th, she woke up feeling excited. We had a good morning and got her ready for school. She walked up the stairs and the teacher said,
"Good morning Kienna, guess what? Today we are making chocolate cupcakes because it's the end of letter C week!"
Kienna grabbed the teachers hand, smiled, and waved bye to me:) (What the heck?)
Before I left she gave me a hug through the parent huggie window. And since that day, I've been getting happy goodbyes and and big hugs. She loves preschool and is smiling every time I drop her off and pick her up!
Thank you Heavenly Father! HE does answer prayers.
And thank you Chocolate Cupcakes!"




