hard to believe this girl has one year of preschool left. she is a kid. a full blown kid. i was reminiscing last night as i laid in bed. i remember her first day. barely speaking sentences. i thought she was so big. her lunchbox half her size. she was ready though. she never cried. then the next year she was old enough for carpool. i remember the first time i dropped her off. i watched her carry her nap mat which was bigger than she was. i cried a little as i drove off. the next year her brother joined her. she was the big kid and helped us drop him off first but still walked with her daddy to her classroom. which brings us to today. her last first day of preschool. she woke up excited. painted her nails at who knows what time. was all ready. wanted her hair straightened. got her dress on. we went outside to take pictures and i was standing in the street. she warned me to be careful of cars so i wouldn't get run over. she followed it up with, if you got run over who would take me to school. we got in the car and i asked a couple of times if she wanted me to walk her in or if she wanted to do carpool. she went back and forth a few times but ultimately decided on the carpool line. she said she was listening so well today because she has school. she walked into her first day of school by herself. she didn't need me anymore to be by her side. she is ready and excited. it's a mix of emotions to realize your kid doesn't need you for everything. today we celebrate her last first day. we celebrate her confidence. i'm thankful for what this school has taught her and me. here's to a great school year filled with fun and learning!
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