Today I had to go through the hard trance that one day has touched them or they will have to go to all those who are parents: leave your child the first day of school.
Although she and I had been getting used to the idea, the first day is always traumatic. It is law. If not, raise your hand that mother whose child has not cried on the first day of school of her life.
Or better, let the father or mother who has not squeezed his heart raise his hand and has even dropped a tear, leaving his little boy for the first time in the nursery in tears.
Well, I'm not the exception, neither is my daughter. There I just left her "betrayal" in a moment of carelessness in which she has not realized that I was leaving. With his two pigtails and with his new uniform.
We had already done an essay a couple of days ago. We went to the nursery, we entered what was going to be his class, met his teacher and played with the toys for a while. But of course, all with mom.
Today the function has begun with the rest of the classmates, the teacher and most importantly: she alone.
Now they play a few days of adaptation. First a couple of hours, then to eat and then to eat and sleep.
Sure (I hope so) that in a few days she will be happy and when she goes to pick her up she will leave with a smile. But today has been difficult, I cannot deny it.
Anyway. I needed to tell someone. Because these are the moments in which one feels the only mother in the world who suffers and I know that many of you have also been through this one day.
I have to go find her. Then I tell you.
