My Goo

My Goo woke up happy and excited for her first day of preschool and ballet class. She had to wear her new beautiful dress that grandma and grandpa bought her and asked me at 7:30 am to paint her finger and toe nails so she could "look real cute". How could I say no? So backpack, lunch box and a cute Goo in hand, we headed to school. We took pictures in front of her cubby and with one of her teachers and then I had some time to watch her play before she had to get ready for morning meeting. She was wandering up to girls and saying hello but they didn't respond. She even sat down next to a couple and asked if she could play but they didn't answer. I whispered that they were probably shy and to just start playing too. So she did with a big smile on her face. After a few minutes, a little girl came over with her dad who happened to have been in Goo's summer camp session. She was very shy but played next to Goose and answered questions when Goo asked her things. After another minute or two, the little girl's dad had to leave for work so he told her good-bye. She was a little sad and followed him to the gate. Goose said to me, "but mom I want to play with her." I told her the little girl was sad her dad was leaving, so why didn't she walk me to the gate to say good-bye and then ask the little girl to play. It might make the little girl feel better. Goose said ok. She gave me and little man a kiss at the gate, turned to the little girl who was still trying to say good-bye to her dad and said, "Do you want to go play with me again?" Off the two went to play in the sand as I walked out with her dad. I felt good. Goose had a friend and she was ready to make more. I admire her.

I went back to pick her up at noontime and she was sitting at the table eating her lunch. I walked over and she gave me a big smile and said, "Mama your here!". I got a hug and we started to pack up her lunch box. A little girl at the table showed me a cupcake she was eating and said it was Alex's birthday. "How fun" I said. "Did you eat one Goo?", I asked. Her smile went away and she said, "No I had a tummy ache and don't want one." Now that is weird!

As we left I was asking all kinds of questions about her day and she politely answered but there was no enthusiasm like I expected or had seen after summer camp. Are you ok? I figured she was tired. I asked, "why are you so quiet? Do you feel alright?" She told me she was a little sad because most of the girls already had friends and they wouldn't talk to her. She moped all the way home despite my attempts to explain that they were probably shy and some kids have a hard time on the first day of school. I told her I was sure Thursday would be better and everyday she would make more and more friends.

Inside, my true colors were showing. My inner thoughts were calling those little girls words that 3 & 4 years old should NEVER be called. How dare they snub and ignore my baby!! All she wanted was to talk and play too. Oh NO, I am going to be one of those moms!! I was happy to hear my dad had the same gut reaction. He wanted to go to school and mow them all down for making his Pixie Poo sad :)
I know Thursday will be better though. Noone can resist her charm for long.

Anyways she got home from school and relaxed on the couch for a couple hours (watching Tom and Jerry and sucking her thumb). Once her sister got home from school it was time to get ready for day 1 of ballet school. Her spirits started to rise and she was back to her old self. We headed off to class with hair in bun, pink tights, leotards on and her pink cowboy boots on (ballet shoes in hand). This time little girls were coming up to her as soon as she walked in the room. They were all comparing their leotards and dancng around the room together. The instructor was an older woman and the piano player (well let's just say she may have been doing this gig since B.C.). But the girls had a ball. There were smiles from ear to ear for the entire 45 minutes. I was glad the day ended on a good note with friends a plenty.

The day was busy and the night was short. Goo was exhausted and went to bed at 7:30 instead of 8:00. Although she was told it was 8:00, she fell asleep immediately and didn't wake until 7am the next morning- happy!