Today was the first day of school.
Ivy, entering third grade, is an old pro. She got up already excited to see her teacher, her classmates and head back to school.
Clara, getting ready for her first day ever, had been hesitantly interested up until this morning. This morning she was what I would call willfully frightened.
But, despite her best efforts, we got her up, dressed her, attempted to feed her, took the obligatory first morning photo and sent her on her way.
I’m not gonna lie, I was a bit worried about how her day would go.
After our first day alone together Jane and I walked down the driveway to meet the bus. Jane continued to tell me things. Everything, actually. Things that, apparently, she had been telling Clara but will now be telling me. I half listened, fingers mentally crossed, hoping it had been a good day as I watched Ivy and Clara climb out of the bus and break into a run.
Look at that smile!
It was a good day!
This is good news! I had my fingers crossed for her too!
All she told me about her day was that her teacher was nice and that she played with her friends.
I’ll take it!
Oh, Jessie! I remember it so well (and mine are all in their thirties!)
I’m not sure I can remember anything that long – so I better keep blogging!!!
Glad to hear it went well!
She still didn’t like getting up for the second day… maybe the third? (crossing fingers again!)
I feel like our morning routine was really rolling until about week 2 here.
Love your postings–this one brought back lots of memories here too. oh those first days of school.
Hope they were happy memories! 🙂
I hope B’s is just as successful😀
The worry never goes away. Mine are in their twenties!
That’s just part of what makes us mothers right?
I’m so glad it went well – first day at school can be scary!
It was scary. Tomorrow starts the second week after the long weekend and while she still doesn’t like getting up in the morning I think most of the fear factor has abated.