Well, today was the day! The long-awaited, highly-anticipated…FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!
It’s pretty much all she could talk about yesterday…and we had a wonderful day out, just the two of us, looking for khaki pants. (Her school wears “uniforms”, only they don’t make uniforms in a 4T. Go figure. But The Children’s Place makes a nice alternative, we discovered.)
We talked and walked and shopped. Just the two of us. And it was so much fun!
She kept telling me that she loved spending time with me, (Is your heart melting yet?) and how much she loved me. (I know, right? Need a tissue?) And I, of course, let her know how special this time was to me as well.
She found a hat that she just had to have when we found her khaki pants. So, we texted Daddy to see if we could drop the extra change on it. And, he loves his little girl so (plus, I sent him a picture of her prancing around it telling me how good she looked), and we came home with one purple Hannah Montana-esque number.
And then…Today. We had everyone loaded up in the van, “uniform” pressed, papers and emergency cards filled out…and we were ready to go! Excitement and….sibling rivalry filled the van.
Caia bit Kenni on the arm (I’m still not sure why) right before we pulled out of the driveway. That left a beautiful dental imprint. On the first day of school. Talk about making a good first impression.
On our way, the van’s left front tire was making such an obnoxious noise. The closer we got to our destination, the louder and, consequently, more nervous I got. I texted Stephen that we had a flat and was breathing a prayer of relief that he was already at the school in his car…you know, just in case I needed a ride home for some reason.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I see Stephen run across the parking lot. As I hop out, I innocently ask, “Is the tire flat?”
He says, “No. The wheel is falling off of the car.”
Oh.
Alright. None of those “woman driver” jokes. How was I to know the difference between how a flat tire feels and how it feels to have your WHEEL FALL OFF?
We made it into the school, thinking we were early. 15 minutes to spare. When the teacher’s assistant met us in the office to escort us down, I began to suspect that maybe we weren’t early after all. I got my last clue that sealed the deal that we most definitely were NOT early or, in fact, even on time. Turns out the information that we received said that school started at 12:00. That would be incorrect. It actually starts at 11:40.
Oops.
Again, there goes that first impression.
But Kenni was so excited and the teachers are so nice and…
Well, just see for yourself.
Yes. We made treats for the teachers.
I’m a former teacher. Baked goods are good things.
What a great day! Were there many tears? Doesn't look like it, at least not from her. But how about YOU?
When our first little girl started school it was a bag of mixed emotions for me and even though I knew she would do well, I had a hard time believing she was that old already.
I took the morning off work so I could walk her thru her new routine which included the much anticipated bus ride (she was so excited for that). I followed the bus so I knew the route (in case there was some kind of problem) then met her at the school when she got off the bus and walked her to her class.
When I finally arrived at my office my boss asked me about the experience.
I told him there was much anxiety and many tears with some sobbing. He assured me it was normal and that he was sure he would have to comfort HIS son on the first day of school.
I just looked at him and flatly said' "No, you misunderstand, "she" was fine, the anxiety, tears and sobbing were from ME!"
Oh my goodness. She is so cute I can hardly stand it! I remember my first day of school, and I'm pretty sure that I was just as excited
This made me shed a few tears. McKenna going to school. I cannot believe it.