Change is hard

As I mentioned in my last post, a lot of things have changed, are changing or will be changing.  And although the essence of the word change means that something will be different, there is still one constant:

Change is hard.

No joke.

And poor Little Miss is learning it the hard way as she just recently switched schools.

Even though we moved into our new house 16 months ago, we never switched the girls school.  We loved, loved, loved the people who work there.  We trusted them and knew that our girls were in great hands.  We also liked that the daycare was halfway between our new house and work -- which made picking them up before being charged a late fee, a bit more manageable.

Reese and her friends.  She's known so many of them since she was 4 months old!

However, despite all this, there were a few things that we didn't like.  We didn't like that our girls weren't meeting friends that they'll eventually go to grade school with.  We didn't like that they had to spend 30 minutes (at least) a day in rush hour traffic on a highway and we didn't like having to make that commute even on days that neither of us were in the office.

So needless to say, we've had some tough moments the past few weeks.  We said goodbye to friends and teachers who helped shape our girls into the amazing little girls that that they've become.

I asked Little Miss if she wanted to get their teachers something to say thank you -- I was thinking flower, or maybe cookies -- but in true R fashion she choose a cake.

Reese and her Pre-K Teachers Ms. Martinez & Ms. Anderson.  Can you come teach at Goddard?  We'd have one happy little girl!

Smart choice, baby girl, because the teachers devoured it.  Unfortunately, she was super bummed to learn that there wasn't any left for her to take home.  I only wish I had the camera out when her teacher told her it was all gone.  Priceless.  Movie-worthy for sure.

Claire & Ms. Stump -- She was both girls first teachers (along with Ms. Gilda and Ms. Gonzala).  We adore all of them!

On top of saying good bye, both girls also had to adjust to their new school.  Littlest Miss took it in stride.  I am not even sure she realized she was in a new place.  Or if she did, it didn't phase her as it seemed as though she was waving us out the door on Day 1.  Talk about Little Miss Independent.

Goddard Day 1

Little Miss, however, was a different story.  The entire first week contained either tears or repeatedly saying that she did not want to go to school.  It was heart breaking, but each day it seemed to get a bit better, but still not great.  So finally last Friday we tried another school in town and had the same result.  Thus, we gave her a choice between the two and asked if she'd be happier if it was her choice.  She choose the one we'd initially switched to, largely in part because she missed her two friends Kate and Knox -- so we can only hope that the morning tears are a thing of the past.


Or maybe not until all the changes are done -- because informing her this morning that the change of the week was school lunch not mom made lunches resulted in -- yup, you've got it -- more tears.


Here's to full week # 2 of school...