So it’s official. All the paperwork is turned in.
My baby is going to kindergarten.
I honestly can’t even fathom this. It seems like just yesterday that I got the positive on my pregnancy test. How is she possibly old enough to be going to elementary school?
We are entering a new phase of life. Both my kids will be in school from 9-4. I’m contemplating a return to the full-time/office working world. Things are changing.
I both weep for the past and am excited for the future. It is hard to believe that this sweet child is not only NOT a baby, but barely the hint of a toddler.
She’s counting and sounding out words and swears she can read. I’ve tried to tell her that memorizing a book is not, in fact, reading, but that’s her story and she’s sticking to it.
She is ready. Although she’s very sad to be leaving her friends. She’s the only one from her preschool going to our elementary school and she’s a bit bummed about that. I’m trying to be positive and talking up play dates and after school activities where maybe (just maybe) she’ll see some of them. The concept is new friends isn’t one she’s quite on board with yet.
I “think” I’m ready. It means my babies are growing up and I’m only sort of okay with that. A new phase means new adventures. It means that I might be going back to work…like in an actual office…sooner rather than later. It means I get a little bit of me back, along with a vat of new mom responsibilities.
It’s coming whether I like it or not, and she’s going to rock it. I just know it.
But, for now, I’m going to spill a few tears into my coffee. Because, Y’ALL, this sweet thing is going to kindergarten.
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