Clara’s First Day of School

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.Ivy and Clara first day of school

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.Ivy and Clara running up driveway

Look at that smile!

It was a good day!


16 comments on “Clara’s First Day of School

  1. Jenny says:

    This is good news! I had my fingers crossed for her too!

  2. junekearns says:

    Oh, Jessie! I remember it so well (and mine are all in their thirties!)

  3. Love your postings–this one brought back lots of memories here too. oh those first days of school.

  4. I hope B’s is just as successful😀

  5. susielindau says:

    The worry never goes away. Mine are in their twenties!

  6. I’m so glad it went well – first day at school can be scary!

    • Jessie says:

      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.

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