Motherhood's Firsts

Reena Das
I watched my daughter take the first spoonful of Fruit & Loops that day. Normal days, being hyper-stressed on being independent, I would wait endlessly for her to finish the bowl, but that day, I decided to make an exception. "Come, let me feed you." My daughter, then three, stared with her doe-eyes, trying to make sense about this sudden change.

"So do you think you would be OK?" I asked, helping her open the mouth.

She nodded.

"Do you know what you have to do when you have to go to the bathroom?"

She nodded, yet again.

It wasn't the first time we were going through the procedures. I had to make sure she would be fine there. It was my baby's first day at pre-school.

"Ask your teacher to call me if you needed something." I droned.

The lunch box was packed with her favorite food - dessert, fruits and cheese sandwich. Though I made sure she didn't eat in that order.

Buckling her to her car-seat, I placed a kiss on her forehead. "It's OK, sweetheart. She's just going to school." My husband glared, trying desperately not to stomp on mom's emotional periphery.

Throughout the fifteen minute drive, my eyes refused to leave my daughter's face, who sat comfortably, enjoying the falling orange and green leaves. She looked adorable in the light pink sweater and new blue jeans; her hair neatly parted in the middle with two bobby pins.

The distance from the office door to her class was probably the hardest for me. My baby was leaving me. My heart shattered as I left her to her teacher's welcoming arms.

Tears broke the gates and flooded.

It wasn't long when I stood in the school's main lobby, crying. The teacher gave me a glass of water and assured things will be OK.

I turned to leave when I felt someone pulling my sweater.

My daughter smiled.

"Hug, Mom?" She stretched her arms.

I took her in my arms and knew life won't be the same again.

Published by Reena Das - Featured Contributor in Lifestyle

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  • abha karn2/7/2009

    lovely expression, it remimnded me the first day in the school of my doughter. now i am preparing my self to send my son in the world. i know that when he will enter in the school gate, he will go ahead will not return to me as the same baby

  • abha karn2/7/2009

    lovely expression, it remimnded me the first day in the svhool of my doughter. now i am preparing my self to send my son in the world. i know that when he will enter in the school gate, he will go ahead will not return to as the same baby.

  • Kay Whittenhauer2/5/2009

    Watching them grow up is so bitter-sweet. I burst into tears at the nursery school orientation, and still cried for the first three weeks of Kindergarten! It's seems funny to me now, but it wasn't at the time.

  • Alison Pearce2/3/2009

    You took me back to all four of my children's "first days" so eloquently!! It is hard and yet so exhilirating at the same time to see them grow into fine young men and women.

  • Maria Roth2/2/2009

    I cried when I dropped off my kids at preschool the first time, too. Now I look forward to taking them to school, and getting a few hours to myself!

  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA2/1/2009

    Very interesting !

  • sheilah1/29/2009

    You breathed life, color and emotion back into this touching memory.
    I enjoy your unique phrasing,Reena,,: 'trying desperately not to stomp on mom's emotional periphery.'
    You have recounted very well with words this vivid
    scene..

  • Judi J1/29/2009

    Oh Reena, this tugs at the heart strings. What a tender, loving story. The emotions of it went straight to my heart and that heart went out to you and all mothers when it is the first day of a child's life in school. You expressed the feelings of a mother so well. :)

  • Cathy A Montville1/29/2009

    Oh how I know what you were going through that day! I have taken care of my granddaughter every Friday since she was born! Well...she went to preschool this year and I cried like a baby when I put her in the school van the first time! I still have her ten-month-old brother to take care of while she is gone, but man was I missing her those first few weeks! I love your story and admit it made me tear up a little!

  • Flowertree1/29/2009

    You tell well how it feels to let a child take that next step into independence. This is something we never forget.

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