So here I am, enjoying a rare moment of piece and quiet... I am such a lucky lady, in so many ways!
But yet....I would be remiss if I didn't admit that I do feel a little pang, you know that place, deep in the chest cavity of moms, seeing their little ones walk off into the unknown. But I won't dwell on that. A cookie with my tea will help- chocolate therapy.
Last But Not Least, my 3 year old, was the first to start. Her first day was Tuesday. She has been begging to go to school like her siblings for the last year.
Despite the chilly weather marking the onset of fall here, she insisted she must wear a sleeveless dress with pockets for her first day. Far be it from me to argue with that sassy little thing unless necessary (pick your battles, right?), so away she went. My most outgoing, she still clung a bit to me, though no tears. Afterwards, she chatted about all her new friends, then dug a notebook and pencil from the drawer and declared, "Well Mom, I am in school now, so I better do some homework" and proceeded to scribble away. Be still my heart!
Wednesday, it was time for my oldest, age 6, to start his first day of Grade 1. Full days! And it seems like only yesterday..... He is my most resistant to change, shy as can be, but he handled it so well- so proud of my boy.
Thursday, it was The Middle Child's turn. Kindergarten! She basically ran in the door, with a "Bye, Mom!" wave over her shoulder, leaving me with a tear in my eye.