Olivia had a pretty rough drop off after her first day. The teacher peeled her off Dan and he texted me "she officially hates me." When she got home she told me how she cried and she didn't like school and the teacher made her eat her cheese before she could have the raisins in her lunch (no idea why they said that!).

She asked if her friend, Lorelei, who is in another classroom, cried too. I decided it was best to lie. "She did cry, Olivia." Why mommy? "Because the classroom was new. And new things can seem scary. And doing scary things is hard. But we can do hard things. You can ride your bike - thats hard! You can draw the letter O, and thats hard! And by the end of the week, it wont be new anymore. And it wont be scary."
We're all just winging this mom thing, right? No one else knows what they are doing, right?
Each day seemed to get better, but we didn't talk about it too much.
On Friday, when I picked her up, she came running toward me: "Mommy, today I didn't cry!! It wasn't scary any more!!"
We made a cake to celebrate her first week of school. My big girl is growing up.