I won’t forget the first day of school for baby J. ..According  to my friend no one tells you what to expect and nothing prepares you on how to handle it.

I have been telling Mr Possible that I couldn’t wait for BabyJ  to start going to school…oh what freedom? Someone would help me watch and take care of her, little did I know that I was not ready for that freedom and definitely did not want no one watching her but me.

So she went for the interview and passed,after school fees payment, I got the uniform then it started to hit me, especially a night before she resumed when she tried are uniform… She immediately knew she was wearing something new and started moving around trying to show it off to everyone, I kept calling her to come back for a cuddle as she looked soooooo cute with her oversized uniform but she was running away too busy showing the uniform off to aunt and grand-ma.

 All of a sudden I felt she was slipping off my firm ‘hawklike’ grasp and I just sat there crying and as everyone started telling me sorry, I cried the more but babyJ couldn’t be bothered, she was just excited until the next day.

We finally made it to school the next day and I had a full back up of my support system…my mum, my 3 sisters, two waiting for me in school and one drove with me while my mum came in another car, Mrpossible on the phone, her other grandparents too. Mr possible was not in town so we did a video for him. When I got there I was broken, you need to see kids kicking and screaming.

BabyJ wanted to play on the playground but she had to go to class, my little baby now under  some sort of rules and regulations. As we were going to her class you need to see the cry, it dawned on her that the matter has become serious, it was only God that made me not just break down and say “don’t cry okay, let us go home”and with my siblings, my mum and different phone calls, I could not turn back. She finally got to her class and as we went into the classroom, the other kids wanted to follow me out. They were all crying. ..it was too emotional for me but I didn’t know my own strength. ( in Whitneys voice)

Finally I went home and was pacing  about…I have gotten the freedom so what the heck would I do with it now? mchew. I tried watching a movie did not hear anything. Tried writing but nothing! I just sat there till it was 1pm and rushed to pick my baby up with her favourite doll and juice. When I got there I saw two parents were earlier than me, I was even upset that anyone beat me to it, they probably felt the pain of letting their little one go…hehehe

I picked her up, showered her with plenty kisses and showed her she was missed, then I met a friend as we were discussing the first time thing, I just started crying…lol. I felt helpless, like a bandaid was ripped from my hairy skin when I wasn’t prepared. The good thing is that I am so over that now, I am even looking out for after-school activities, the girl had got to be occupied…hehehe