Today was Penelope’s first day at school. She cried. She didn’t want to leave at the end of the day she was having so much fun.
Score! For us single working moms. Yes, we can raise happy, independent kids. Penelope’s already talking about the friends she made, friends she hopefully won’t be smoking with in the parking lot when she’s 14, but that’s getting way ahead, isn’t it.
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Not to say, it doesn’t hurt my feelings a little that she wasn’t clinging to my leg, needing me so. But, it was my first day at work at my new job, too. I don’t think the introductions would have gone quite so smoothly with a 30-pound sobber attached to my thigh. Or 50 phone calls from a teacher.
For me, I couldn’t have been happier not to feel guilty (for once!). She’s enjoying herself during the day and that makes me able to enjoy what I do that much more. And in the times I see her, we’ll appreciate each other. Much more so then when we’re doing the zillions of errands that seem to come up when I had my stay-at-home-mom-time-because-freelance-was-spotty-days. Or was it I made up errand to do because there were only so many days I could take the sun and mosquitoes at the park…whatever it was, I think it’s better now.
And we’ll see how it goes.