This
was not a decision I made lightly, because although I selfishly like
being there, I also know my little girl functions best with structure
and routine. I also know that historically, any time I've shown up at
school in the middle of the day to attend something of hers, it's thrown
her off. There are tears at some point. She's clingy. I anticipated it
could be hard on us both, but went anyway.
Anna
Claire WAS clingy. She didn't want any of her friends to sit in my lap.
She didn't want me to leave the room to help the other parents hide
eggs. She didn't want to give her Easter basket to the teacher. She was
the first to realize that the spoon race eggs were edible and started a
trend with her friends: eating them shell and all. She didn't want to
come in from outside. Tears, tears and more tears. I knew this could
happen.

A
couple of days have passed, and I can honestly say that I'm glad I
went. We share that memory now, and I was able to capture moments for
myself and other parents who weren't able to be there.
Will I go to her next school event? If I can, you bet. Because the easy thing and the right thing aren't the same.
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