And just like that, we are living in our new house, my son is settled in his new grade three class and my daughter, my wee girl, my babe is in preschool. Oh, my heart.
Did you ever think back to school could be so precious?
And precocious. Lord, the sweet moments we have had. She introduces herself with a handshake to other parents, is already charming her teachers – who were mistakenly led to believe she had already been in a preschool program. Nope, that’s just my girl. I think she just wanted it so bad, she’s determined to kill it on the first try.
She makes me laugh, she makes me crazy and she makes me proud. Her sweetness may fool others, but even they are seeing her confidence. Someone I know once observed her moving and shaking through a party and said “she’s fearless.” Not totally correct, but she does have a certain way about her. Perhaps she thinks every adventure or new experience is worth having to act bravely? Not a bad way to live. Where will it take her? Who knows, but I will be watching and waiting to cheer her on.
But still. This is a lot for one mama to take in. Just like that, I have a preschooler.
And we begin.
The first day of pre-school, kindergarten and now middle school…all respectively brought me to tears. You begin…and then you begin again…over and over. Hugs!
Oh, I remember this so well and I remember thinking, “How can these mothers be so happy their kids are gone to school?” And then before I knew it I was one of them.
Aw, LOVE. So, so sweet.
Oh bless her. What an exciting time
It’s hard though as our babies get big enough for school!
My second is like that – bravely facing whatever comes her way, in spite of fears.
Her walk, those shades, the jean jacket…look out world!
It’s amazing to watch, isn’t it? I hope the confidence stays with her as she gets older. It will be amazing to see her as a preteen or teen if it does. Wait. Forget I said that. I’m not ready to go there in my head. ; ) ANYWAYYYY….
It’s always way harder on us mamas. Also, How can she be in pre-school???
She will be four at the end of November. FOUR. Oh, boy.