Emily walked to school today. My little baby all grown up! I trailed behind her to make sure she was safe, though. I was so proud of my daughter for making it school all by herself.
I saw her go to her friends and I was close enough to hear their whisper yells. "My mom left me walk here today all myself!" Emily cheered.
The girls all acted stunned, and spotted me hiding behind a (Large. I don't know how they saw me) bush.
They gave me looks like I was a horrible person for daring to let my daughter have one sense of freedom and responsibility. Emily was a year older than everyone in her class.
Emily signed up for the school play, she excelled in it. The other moms would stare at me in disgust. They were just jealous of how much of a great actor my daughter is, I told myself.
They're jealous of my baby girl, I thought. Every rehearsal I was there. Sometimes I hid when the moms were too close by me. I didn't want to see their disgust again.
I was just supporting my daughter.
The third incident where someone acted like I was terrible and made me feel lower in low was when I was outside of Emily's classroom early to pick her up.
Her teacher kept glancing at me, then the principal came over to me, I thought he was going to tell me about how great my daughters grades are and how shes behaved so well. I smiled.
"Mrs. Smith, I know the loss of a child is something you grieve over forever, and she was a beloved child at this school. She brought happiness everywhere she went.
Our issue is that you're freaking out the children by always being here hiding, we've even gotten a few calls from parents saying there was a strange lady loitering in our parking lot,
right where the doors in which the kids would use to go out for recess are. This case doesn't look good for you. We are asking you one more time, stay off of our properties."
My smile turned into a frown. I started sobbing. My illusion was broken and I was hit with the grim reality that someone hit my baby girl with their car, she didn't survive.