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.