Butter wouldn't melt

One small step for Molly...

One giant leap for Mum that's for sure!

Today was our big girls first official day at Preschool. Bags packed, clothes painstakingly chosen - her supergirl dress to make her super brave (and also to spin around in. It is, after all, just a blue gingham dress and I still can't work out how it became her supergirl dress but there you go) - and lunchbox, drinks bottle and morning tea tub suitably covered in star stickers 'so I can see them from a long way off Mummy'. And we're off...

She was absolutely fine, not a tear when I left, in fact she barely looked up after a profunctory kiss and 'love you'. I'm going to say it's because one of her best friends - Hunter and his Mum - were having a trial run today and so until they left she was happy. I, on the other hand, was in pieces. What a sook. Cried all the way in to town and back (for some reason I thought filling up the truck would be a good distraction for me?!) and then cried at the post office when Wendy asked me how I was... silly, silly woman, she'll know better next time eh!?

And then the phone rang. It was preschool, Molly was a bit upset (read, screaming the place down, no tears, just bloody cross at being 'abandoned'!), Hunter had left and she decided it was time to go and where the hell was Mummy!

Mummy was bombing it down the Teddington straight as fast as her nerves would take her and ready to rescue her baby girl. When I arrived she cried - more to make her point I think - for a few moments, gave me another cuddle and was off and running again.

She sat with the other kids for her lunch (and ate more then she ever has at home). and even for mat time (after some persuading) and enjoyed every last minute of it. When she woke up from her nap this afternoon the first thing she said was ' preschool was fun huh?'. I think she liked it.

So, we'll miss next week - cause we're on holiday, woo hoo! - but the week after we'll try again, maybe I'll stay a wee bit longer and pop back in during the morning to see how she's going, but we're playing it by ear now. As always MollyMoo sets the pace and that's all good.

I'm now trying to decide if it was a good thing that she didn't cry when I left, or a good thing that she did cry when she realised I wasn't there. But I think the simple fact that she enjoyed her day and wants to go back is enough eh? I'll always feel guilt, regardless of her reaction, it comes with the territory right?