She has far fewer photo albums and wears lots of hand me downs, and now her mom can barely remember to write a blog about her first day of preschool.
Yep, the third child really does get short-changed. It doesn’t matter that I’ve got an excuse for slacking on the first day of preschool blog. Last week, instead of working three days, I worked six. To say it was a busy news week would be an understatement, but I still felt immensely guilty for rushing out after drop-off.
I did however stay long enough to see that she looked happy as a clam in her classroom.
What a difference a year makes. Last year, she had a major meltdown, almost prompting a call from the preschool director for me to pick her up. This year, she wouldn’t even give me a monkey hug. I had to settle for a quick peck on the lips. It definitely helps that she has the same fabulous teacher this year, and she knows almost all the kids in her class.
Is this a sign that she’s getting accustomed to getting less attention from her short-attention span mom? Probably. But I also know it’s a sign that she’s getting older and is happy to be returning to a familiar fun place to learn and play. Or at least that’s the story I’m sticking with to assuage my guilt ridden conscience.