School Days

All summer long, almost every morning after getting dressed, LM runs to the back door screaming, "I go school?" and I have to break her little heart and tell her, "Not yet, baby."

Until today, that is. Yes, it's LM's first day of school. Since BigM is home with a fever, LM even got to use BigM's backpack (aka pack-pack) just like a big girl. I am in such denial about the whole situation that I have not even ordered her bookbag yet.

We prepared her well, I think, visiting the school last Sunday for open house, where she met her teachers, Ms. Heather and Ms. Sonya (aka Ms. Heifer and Ms. Sonnah. My apologies for her pronunciation, to Ms. Heather especially.) We've been talking it up all week long telling her about all the new friends she'd meet and how much fun she'll have with her teachers.

We all took her to school this morning (DM and BigM sat in the car) and she practically skipped all the way to her classroom, she was so excited. She only hesitated for a minute when we walked through the double doors, but went straight into the class and started playing. I got a high-five and walked out the door, leaving a little piece of my heart behind. I expected a much bigger production with two to three teachers pulling her sobbing body away from mine, but she was as cool as a cucumber. I know that's a good thing, but it felt weird just leaving her there. It feels even weirder just having BigM here (although I am super pumped about watching the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse marathon with her this morning.)

Noon will be here before I know it, and I probably won't have much progress to show for my "free time" today, but I'm confident that my LM will have a great day.

I'm not sure I'm ready for all of this. I guess I don't really get a choice in the matter, though, right?