So the summer is gone, along with it, lazy days sleeping in, weekly trips to the library, late movie nights... But yet, Emma is ready. Her first day of 1st grade as finally arrived. But what is she most excited about? Her first-day-of-school outfit, of course! The diva has arrived...
I am excited, of course. Just admittedly a bit sad. Granted, I did not cry at her first day at daycare, first day of school, etc. But, yesterday, the tears were welling up...
We were driving home from her dad's house when I brought up the topic of our first jaunt to her new class the next day, asking if she knew which classroom she is to go to and such. What she asked me next I couldn't believe:
Emma: "Mom, could you just drop me off at the front of the school tomorrow?"
Me: "Are you kidding?!"
Emma: "Uh, no. I know where to go."
Me: "But I always walk you to your class! I need to make sure you get there ok!"
Emma: "Mom. I AM in first grade now. But maybe you could walk me to class the first THREE days."
Me: "Ok then."
Talk about a devastated mom! I truly hope she forgets we had this conversation...
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