It’s hard to believe that my little pipsqueak preemie is starting kindergarten.
Friday was her first full day. She rode the big yellow school bus for the very first time. She had “two” recesses during the day (with an emphasis on the “two”). She had music class. She sat under the school bags for “brain break”. She played with her new classmates at the school playground. She was smiling when the big yellow school bus pulled up to drop her off when her day was done.
She was bummed that she was going to have to wait a whole two days before she could go back! What are the chances she’ll always feel this way about going to school?
I’ve been having a mixture of emotions about this new phase in our lives. So proud of that little girl and so nostalgic at how quickly the past five years have passed. Ready but not ready. Knowing that she’s spreading her wings but not wanting her to fly very far just yet. Eager to watch her grow and learn, yet snuggling with her any chance I get because I know soon enough, she’s not going to want me to be that close.
Day one of kindergarten is in the bag. We survived.
