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I took L for the "official" registration at school today. Or, as L says, "her kindergarten reservations"! We were prepared with all of our paper work. She was so excited that she reminded me of an excited puppy. The school nurse came to talk to her. Then she told L that she had to take her into a room with out me. I hadn't prepared her for that part. Admittedly, I totally hadn't even thought about it. I could tell my daughter did not want to go off by herself. She hid behind me and reluctantly followed me to the door. I was afraid that she would put up some resistance when she had to leave the room. L made me proud, however. She bravely took the nurses hand and resiliently walked down the hall. As the door was shutting I saw her take one last bracing look at me. My baby was so nervous and she had to face it on her own, without my help. I could read it all over her face. The confession of the day is that it was almost as hard for me. I am sure that does not come as a surprise for other moms out there who have had to endure that "helpless" feeling under other circumstances.
When I went to pick L up the speech therapist came out to let me know how everything went. She told me a few things that she noted, which I was aware of. At the end she asked if I had ever noticed my daughter having issues expressing herself. I laughed at her. I didn't mean to, honestly! But I was so surprised by the question that it just gurgled out of me. By the time I got over my surprise, and realized how funny I thought this was, it was too late and I was laughing. Once I choked back my mirth I made sure the therapist knew that L had never had a problem expressing herself. I had really really wanted to add that, in fact, my husband and I couldn't seem to find a way for L to STOP expressing herself! Fortunately, I had gotten a hold of my faculties by this point and managed to keep quite and nod at whatever the therapist had been saying to L. Woo boy, was it ever hard! I didn't think, however, that the therapist would find it funny if I had said that to her. She seemed to be taking everything VERY seriously.
Once we got out to the car L and I realized that this was "for real"! We stopped and said a quick prayer of thanks to God. And then, we couldn't help but do a little "Yay L is officially signed up for kindergarten dance". She got down with her bad self. She was so proud! I hope I've sealed that little dance of hers away in my head to view later. But, to anyone in the parking lot we probibly just looked like we were having simultaneous seizures!