It was a Wednesday morning. I took Coco to school as usual. We left the house at our normal time, just after Mari arrived at 8:00 a.m. We walked to the Muni stop at Church and Market streets playing "don't step on the cracks" and then we waited for the J Church and played "I spy with my little eye". Coco talked to the birds. We rode the train to 22nd and Church and walked the remaining several blocks to school, chatting along the way about whatever popped into Coco’s mind. At school, Coco pressed the code on the key pad to unlock the doors. Inside, I tucked her Frozen lunch box and her Frozen thermos into her cubby and signed the morning check-in sheet on the clipboard by the door. I was out the door within a few minutes and on my way to catch the J Church back to downtown. It was 8:45 a.m.
And then it happened. I was only a few steps out the school doors when the tears started welling up. "Seriously? It's not even her last day of preschool. It's her second-to-last day of preschool. And your crying about it now?"
Ken warned me this might happen. Just the week before, he had arrived at school to pick Coco up and came in just as she and her five-year-old classmates were practicing the good-bye song they would sing at the year-end cultural celebration and preschool graduation party. Ken texted me later and confessed that he had broken into tears right there in the classroom.
These weren’t my first daddy tears. Before Ken and I flew to India to pick up Margot and Flynn after they were born, I flew with Coco to Atlanta so that she could stay with her Grandma Connie and
Grandpa Roy while we were away. Coco was not quite two-and-a-half. On the way back to the airport with Connie and Roy, sitting in the backseat with Coco, I was feeling anxious about leaving her for so long. When we got to the airport and I got out of the car, Coco cried, wailed and downright screamed for me not to leave her. I gritted my teeth, told her I loved her, kissed her and waved good-bye and then walked into the airport. Once inside I totally lost it. And I mean "Capital L, Capital I" lost it. Burst into tears. It took several minutes just to pull myself together. (Connie and Roy called me just a short while later to tell me that Coco was enjoying ice cream and playing at the McDonald’s Playland.)
|First Day of Preschool|
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
|Last Day of Preschool|
Friday, July 1, 2016
Although a lot of things have changed and she's grown up a lot in the past three years, she never stopped holding my hand on our way to school and on our way home. That was the best part. The holding hands. That’s the part I’ll remember.
Okay, now I'm going to lose it again . . .
Next month Flynn and Margot start pre-school and I get to start all over with them. Who knows. Maybe we'll get that jelly bean store yet.
| Preschool Graduation|
Friday, June 24, 2016
|Coco and Daddy|
Last Day of Preschool / Riding the J Church