Be careful what you ask for!

All day long today starting at 6:30 am, I was hit repeatedly with a barrage of questions from Camryn, my 5 year old. Such as..

Camryn: "Is it time for me to get dressed to go meet my teacher?"

Me: "No, not until after lunch"

Camryn: "can I bring my teacher a present?"

Me: "no, maybe an apple on the first day"

Camryn : "is it time to get dressed yet?"

me: "not until after lunch"

Camryn: "can you make lunch then?"

Me: "no, its only 8:42 am"..and so on it went like that.

As Camryn and I walked to the school, her backpack larger than she is just about. She was so excited, my feet suddenly became much heavier than usual, you see, her older sisters, morgan, molly and kaitlyn didn't want me to come to their classes this year on the first day, I acknowledged their need to feel like big girls but really my crusty blackened heart was breaking, which prompted me to pray silently while walking to the school it went like this:

"please god, don't let camryn push me out too please let her goodbye hug linger, let her grip be just a little tight, and please if you can manage squeeze a tear or two that would be good too."

We get into the classroom and Camryn whom practised exactly what she wanted to say to the teacher suddenly became oddly mute..um ok..a little shy not usually cam's thing but ok its possible..we proceed to unload all the supplies and she gets right to cutting the bear and gluing it together, I survey the room pleased to see that camryn cuts, and writes her name better than at least half the class. Well this is it..the moment I dreaded for weeks..This is where she tells me to get lost and that I'M cramping her style..Instead she goes into total melt down mode, and when Camryn throws a tantrum she is committed there is no talking her out of it, the teacher told me to just leave..I was embarrassed at the tissy she was causing, and my heart broken that she thought I was abandoning her. All the way across the school that little girls screams could be heard, and so they (and I mean they, it took two apparently) to take her to the office after she slapped the teacher where she wedged herself in between a bookshelf and a wall and cried and refused to come out. I was MORTIFIED!

"please God, I know what I asked for, but please let her stop..let her go back and sit in her seat I will do anything, God! For instance, I will stop flipping people off in traffic, I wont make fun of people anymore, just please..please make her stop crying!"

so needless to say I with a very bleary eyed Camryn drudged on home early. I, not knowing what to say, Camryn informed me however, that she will not be returning to school, she hates her teacher and will be staying home eating donuts with me. ( I don't know where the donut thing came from, like I sit around eating donuts...) Any suggestions ladies?? This has never happened to me before. And good luck to the rest of you!