The first day of Kindergarten is over, and I managed to keep my tears to a minimum. There was just something about watching R & V file into a classroom and then having the door shut behind them that was utterly wrenching. It sounds ridiculous, but they now have their own lives; there are things that will happen in that classroom that I know nothing about. Luckily for me, though, R & V are big talkers. Vida, for example, shared the story of a run-in she had with The Girl Who Would Not Share. It went a little something like this:
Vida: There was a girl who wouldn't share the, you know, family dollhouse.
Vida: Yes. And our teacher said we weren't allowed to say no if someone wanted to share. But she said, "No!"
Me: Well, that's not so good.
Vida: She shared it with her friend, but every time I asked to play she wouldn't let me.
Me: So what did you decide to do?
(what I really wanted to say): Well, I hope you kicked her butt clear across the classroom and made her cry.
Vida: I didn't want to get anyone in trouble, so I didn't tell our teacher.
Me: You know, I think that was a good choice.
(what I really wanted to say): You should have told! You should have told on the little troll! Horrible, spiteful child!
Vida (whispering): I just tried to remember the words of Mahatma Gandhi.
Me (suppressing laughter): Um, which ones?
Vida (still in whisper mode): Real love is loving someone who doesn't love you.
Me (lump rising in throat): Be right back, Vi!
At this point, I ran into my bedroom, closed the door, threw myself on the bed, and sobbed. And then I pulled myself together and began to plot several scenarios in which The Girl Who Would Not Share becomes The Girl Whose Ponytail Is Mysteriously Cut Off at The Base.
Not really, but you get the point.