Thursday, August 19, 2010
First Day Of School
It's the first day of school at our house. The Peanut was up early, bright eyed and excited to walk over to school and see her friends and learn something fun.
May this always be the case, I say to myself, knowing that it will most likely wane at some point, but hoping against hope that I am wrong.
Last night, we watched Finding Nemo.
The "first day of school" clip is above, and it always makes me smile. It's our little family ritual the night before the first day, and we giggled our way through the movie as we ate dinner and then sent The Peanut up to bed.
Today? She started second grade.
And she didn't want momma walking her up to her classroom. "I can go myself," she said, rolling her eyes before she blew me a kiss and scampered up the stairs.
It begins.
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I have been teaching for over 20 years and have seen this scene before. She may have said she could go herself, but she was glad you were there!
Oh, I know she was glad. She held my hand all the way to school as we walked there this morning. And I wouldn't have been anywhere else.
But the separation impulse -- which is a really good developmental thing, frankly -- has still begun. I'm both sad and proud, which is pretty much where I'll spend the next few years of parenting, I think. *g* My little girl is, bit by bit, less little every day. SIGH
the mix of emotions of being proud of her independence and sad that she is wanting to do stuff herself is one i remember, christy.
i was a'scared that when my girls grew up and moved away that they wouldn't need me anymore. instead, what i learned is they still need me -- it has just changed -- just as the way they needed me as infants was different than the way they needed me in grand school.
and yay to the first day of school!!!
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