And then there were two.

Today was our first day of school.

I have been tearing up or flat out crying just thinking about it for about the past three weeks.

My Number 5 is going to kindergarten.

I’m not really okay with it.

At all.

Luckily (for me) the first day for kindergarteners is just orientation.

A quick visit with parents to check out the classroom.

Number 5 couldn’t wait.

I could.

We got to school and were marched down to her classroom where her teacher was waiting.

Number 5’s teacher is cute and blonde and young and perky.

Number 5 was pretty psyched about that.

We introduced ourselves and then we found her seat, and she sat right down.

No hesitation. No anxiety. No nothing.

From her, anyway.

She got right to work writing her name on a name card, without any help, as instructed.

Yes, I looked at all the other kids’ cards to see if she did a better job than they did.

And yes.

She did.

Except for one kid.

But we’ll change that.

Once we were done in the classroom we took a quick ride on the school bus.

Number 5, again, LOVED it.

Me?

I take after Number 3.

In total, we were only there for 45 minutes.

Number 5 was a little disappointed.

“That’s it?” she asked me. “I wanted to stay here for a long time!”

We walked back to the car, holding hands.

I squeezed extra tight.

Before I pulled out of the parking lot, I turned around and asked Number 5 if she liked her first day.

“Mommy!” she said to me, “I am going to LOVE school.”

So I guess that’s a yes.

As much as I’m going to struggle with letting her climb onto that bus tomorrow, I think I did a good job getting her ready to leave the nest, and there is some comfort in knowing that tomorrow,

as the bus drives away,

at least only one of us will be doing the ugly cry.

 

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