Our First First Day of School

I watched a mom lead her son into a nervous breakdown this morning and kept thinking, "Geez, lady. The kid isn't freaking out because he's starting school, he's freaking out because his mom is freaking him out!!" And I looked past him to Abby who was sitting at her spot and talking to the kids at her table, and I was pretty proud of her.

It didn't phase her to go there. She was so eager to start this and to figure out the routine and the way things happen in kindergarten. She wanted to talk to everyone and wanted to do anything teacher asked or needed. Every time we've walked in the room (three, so far) her eyes have been wide with wonder and curiosity to see what the room would hold.

But see, while I realize this is a very ... unhumble attitude, I was proud of me this morning. See, I am thrilled she's in school. She soaks things up and I absolutely LOVE discovering all of the new things she knows and is able to do. I am so excited to watch her grow and learn. And not because I don't love where she is now. I learned quickly to love where my child was at, and not with to go back or forward. I see her in her classroom and I wonder is her maid-of-honor in the room? Maybe the guy she'll marry? What role will these kids and this teacher play in who she is? But most of all, I see her in there and I am so thankful to have a beautiful (the most), healthy, funny, loving, and for a 5 year-old pretty spiritual little girl. And I'm excited to see the role she plays in who they are.


Of course, I just lost my "Keep an eye on your brother/Go get me the .../Put this in the .../Go ask .../" person every day. Okay, now I'm a wreck.

Waiting in the gym to go to her room!

Her teacher, Miss McGinty!

Her CatPack. ACU sends this to all children of alumni when they turn 5!