First Day of School
I thought I’d be fine, that I wouldn’t cry. Then I saw one of the moms I knew – walking out as we were walking in – and she had tears in her eyes. I welled up. I kept them there and they didn’t fall until I got in the car and everything went blurry for a minute. Then I was fine.
She, on the other hand, was fine from the start. Excited and full of questions and so ready to meet new “fwends.” Though I cringe every time she says, “Mom, I don’t need you – I can do it,” I love her independence. I can already see the bits and pieces of it that will carry her through life able to face a new situation head-on; entering with caution but without fear and anxiety. Just assessing for a quick minute before jumping in with both feet and letting her joy and exuberance spill over to everyone around her. Even if it means too much distraction to stop and give me even one token First Day of School picture where she’s smiling into the camera – these pictures are her. Confident and excited, looking directly past me knowing that I’m a permanent fixture, searching for what new adventure is ahead and enjoying her current moment.