Yesterday was Auralee's first day of Kindergarten. I set my alarm for 6:30 so I would have enough time to get her ready and off to school. By the amount of toys strewn about the play room, she had been up for quite a while before that. She had decided what she was going to wear the night before and had decided what she wanted to take in her lunch. Everything was ready, including her backpack full of school supplies. She got dressed, we fixed her hair and topped it off with a nice bow to match her shirt, she ate breakfast (cereal, im not June Cleaver), we took a few pictures and she was ready to go. It was 7:20 and school didnt start till 8:15. What to do with that extra 1/2 hour. Daddy gave her a fathers blessing and then we read scriptures. It was a nice way to top off the morning.
Then we were off --> As we were pulling up to the school, I saw how crowded it was and I saw other parents walking their children to their classes, so I asked;
Auralee, do you want me to park and walk you to your class?
No, I can do it by myself.
I got closer and I saw more parents taking their kids in.
Auralee, are you sure you don't want me to take you to your class?
No, maybe tomorrow.
I dropped her off at the sidewalk with one of the teachers and drove off. Now, I don't usually cry at anything but movies and the occasional "discussion" with my husband, and I didn't think I would then, but driving away from my "big girl" and just thinking about how much shes grown, my eyes got a little moist. I couldn't help it. It didn't last very long, but I felt it for a while.
Picking her up took a long time. The school is brand new and they haven't gotten all the kinks out yet. When I finally got her, she was a little disheveled, but still intact. Every zipper on her backpack and her lunch box were undone, her water bottle was empty (good girl) and her pretty red ribbon was missing (not so happy about that, but Ill live). She had a good time and was ready to go home. Now, to keep up the bar that was set that first day.