Summer has drawn to a close, and it’s time to send the littles back to school. My oldest daughter is a social butterfly, and was thus very (thankfully!) excited to head back to see her friends for hours a day. My youngest has been yearning to follow in her big sister’s footsteps and head to “big girl school” this year. It’s hard to believe I’m sending my baby to kindergarten! I look at her and remember vividly the day she was born . . . just like it was yesterday. And despite the fact that I keep telling myself I’ll finally get the chance to take a crack at that to-do list that’s been accumulating for eight years, I still feel a little twinge of wistfulness that she will, from now on, be out of our house more than she will be in it. I sure will miss my buddies during the day.
The worst part of school, by far, is the early hour we now have to get up. We have a few night owls in our household who think that getting up to an alarm clock in the dark is a real bummer. Last year when Emma went off to first grade, I did my best to memorialize the moment the morning she left for school. Well, that cranky beast wasn’t having it! She was exhausted, puffy-eyed and scowling. Sure, it was “real” but that’s not how I want her to remember the first day of school!
This year, I wasn’t even going to pretend that I got up early enough to press my girls’ clothes, coif their hair just so AND coerce smiles from them all before breakfast. We did a little dress rehearsal the afternoon before and had a lot of fun, actually. I wasn’t stressed out trying to get lunches packed while taking the perfect photo. I wanted to actually be in the moment the morning my baby went off to “big girl school” instead of behind the glass.