My Work Here is Finished

We had a major rite-of-passage around here this week.  My firstborn started school.  Real, live, public school.  Kindergarten.

She’s ready.  I think I’m ready, but very nervous about having to be somewhere at 8:15 every morning.

After I had dropped her off and was walking away I was reminded “You’re pretty much done being responsible for her.  Anything else she does wrong you can blame on school.” 

Yeah.  I did my best and I think she’s pretty great.  School can take over from here.  My work here is finished. ;)

 

We walk or ride bikes to school every day on the trail.  It’s kind of idyllic.

The night before Mimi did a dress rehearsal and modeled her school outfits. 

This is all Mimi.  When it comes to school fashion she is not messing around.  She’s going to look great.

Of course, Jude and Silas wanted in on the action.

I have to wake all three of my kids up and drag them out of bed (they usually sleep til 8:30/9 and go to bed starting at 7:30pm).  It’s taking a lot of adjusting and I have to schedule 10 minutes extra tantrum time, just in case.  Waking up goes more smoothly if I go in their room to wake them up playing their favorite songs:  Mimi likes Katy Perry’s ‘Firework’ and Jude likes The Pirates of the Carribean theme song, ‘Yo-ho Yo-ho a Pirate’s life for me.’  I have to be extra cheery.  It’s hard.

The girls in front are our three-doors-down neighbor twin five year old girls.  They are a heaven send.  We bike-pool with them.

So far, Mimi is absolutely loving school.  Her teacher is mellow and soft spoken – exactly what Mimi needs after being raised in a sparkly fabulous household.  She knew no one in her class but she’s made friends already.  There have been no tears.  I feel so proud that I have raised an independent confident and gregarious child who can adjust easily to new situations fearlessly.  Ok, I didn’t have much to do with that.  My baby was born this way.