The first day of school.
She was so excited last night that she was fairly vibrating.
She woke up this morning unable to eat...and then decided as soon as she was dressed that "It's time to go, Mommy!" and all but ran out the door.
She tolerated pictures. She tolerated the brief wait until it was actually time to go. Then, off we went--the Howler, the Toad (he was oddly interested in this rite-of-passage of hers) and I.
Walking into the school, I barely kept up with them.
Full nervousness didn't hit until we got to the appointed meeting place--the library. It was, obviously, full of people she didn't know, and none she recognized. The Toad wandered off--in search of personnel he knew, I suppose.
Anyway, I forgot her name tag. She was nervous about so much, she didn't think to yell at me.
I hugged her (the Last Hug in Public?) and zipped home to get it.
Toad took it back in. He seemed delighted to be revisiting his old school. He looked inordinately large--I mean, he is LARGE, but this building and it's scale model people made him seem HUGE.
I shed about 4 tears and had to blow my nose.
Then a quiet day, and off to pick her up. She was Little Miss Big-For-My-Britches all night long. Not attractive.
But, she's upstairs now, sleeping...recharging for another day of hunting the Gingerbread Man (who mysteriously kept one step ahead of them!) and patiently awaiting recess.
She was so excited last night that she was fairly vibrating.
She woke up this morning unable to eat...and then decided as soon as she was dressed that "It's time to go, Mommy!" and all but ran out the door.
She tolerated pictures. She tolerated the brief wait until it was actually time to go. Then, off we went--the Howler, the Toad (he was oddly interested in this rite-of-passage of hers) and I.
Walking into the school, I barely kept up with them.
Full nervousness didn't hit until we got to the appointed meeting place--the library. It was, obviously, full of people she didn't know, and none she recognized. The Toad wandered off--in search of personnel he knew, I suppose.
Anyway, I forgot her name tag. She was nervous about so much, she didn't think to yell at me.
I hugged her (the Last Hug in Public?) and zipped home to get it.
Toad took it back in. He seemed delighted to be revisiting his old school. He looked inordinately large--I mean, he is LARGE, but this building and it's scale model people made him seem HUGE.
I shed about 4 tears and had to blow my nose.
Then a quiet day, and off to pick her up. She was Little Miss Big-For-My-Britches all night long. Not attractive.
But, she's upstairs now, sleeping...recharging for another day of hunting the Gingerbread Man (who mysteriously kept one step ahead of them!) and patiently awaiting recess.
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