Finley's having a hard time with school this year. She's there right now and my eyes are filled with tears and my heart is beating a little faster than normal. I'm anxious to go pick her up. To see if this day was any better than those that have gone before. She has only dawdled with separation anxiety over the past four years.... even as a baby she was always happy five minutes after I left and was never the one who was anxious for her mommy to pick her up. This year has been different.
Preschool... wow.... it's been a tough transition for us. She did pretty well the first day, cried nonstop for me the second day, was sick and grumpy the third day, missed the fourth day because she still had a cough, did slightly better the fifth day, and here we are on the sixth day.
I think there are lots of reasons for the difficulties we're having (and yes, I feel like I am going through this right along with her! Ha!). Preschool seems to equal less coddling and all of her friends moved either to Tuesday/ Thursday or moved up to Preschool 4's because their birthdays were before the cut-off. Finley has always been fortunate to have friends at school... her first year she had half of her class in BSF with her as well. We've always managed to know at least a few of those in her class. My outgoing little girl has blossomed into a shy big girl who is sometimes easily intimidated by new situations. Once comfortable she has the ability to capture those around her with the same smile and shining eyes that would stop strangers when she was little. In time, I know that I will look back at these few weeks with a laugh, but right now, it's hard.

So I gave her one of my necklaces to wear to school. To remind her that I'm always with her. To remind her that I love her. To remind her that she can do this. We've talked about how I wear a
necklace of my mom's for the same reasons and that it makes me feel better to have something of hers when I'm feeling sad or alone. (One of my favorite Friends episode is the one where Joey buys Chandler a gold bracelet so that they can be bracelet buds.... I laugh a little bit thinking that Finley and I are necklace buds!)
I'm a fixer. I kept thinking last week that maybe I should see if there was an open spot in another class... one that had her friends in it. Or maybe I should just keep her home. Or maybe I should call one of the moms and see if I could arrange a playdate with one of them so that Finley could get to know someone else in the class (and I still may do this....).
But I'm a mom. And even though I want to be the fixer, I can't be.
Mom doesn't equal Fixer. (Repeat over and over for the next 18 years...)
Mom equals believer... believing that she can do this and doesn't need me to fix it.
It equals prayer warrior... even though I've been shamelessly full of anxiety and worry.
It equals equipper... the necklace, a cute outfit, and juice in the lunchbox helps any bad day, right?
It equals confidence builder... writing down all the names of the classmates and practicing them over and over so that she can feel more prepared to make friends with them.
It equals cheerleader... cheering her on from the sidelines instead of jumping into the middle of the game.
It equals encourager... telling her how proud I am for doing something hard.
It equals hope giver... sometimes we all just need someone to tell us there is hope when things are tough.
Truth is I really wish mom equalled fixer. I don't know if I could even fix it if it did, but it's so tough knowing that my girl is playing alone on the playground or spending the day wishing she was somewhere else.
How in the world am I going to get through the first time her heart is broken if I'm bawling over preschool?
Sigh... then I just remember that God does the same with us. As much as I want Him to just quickly fix the hard stuff in my life, He walks alongside me instead and gives me the ability to get through it. He helps me learn and grow and wipes away the tears. He loves me through it. And so now it's my turn to do the same for my blue eyed girl who I can't wait to see in exactly one hour and twenty-six minutes.