This year we sent off our smart, cute, independent, opinionated, fashion savvy girl to 6th grade! I was a little choked up as we did our traditional first day of school drop off. Next year, she will leave earlier than the others, have a locker, and a whole new schedule. She will no longer be with her siblings and in a school she knows with kids and teachers she has come to love. I couldn't help myself but snap a few extra pictures of her as she and her sixth grade class huddled together instead of lining up and walked casually in to school surrounded by friends. I felt lucky she gave me a smile and a wave as she passed. I then walked with Cael past the Kindergartner parents hanging around and lingering longer to steal a little peak at their sweet babies at their first day of their little school careers. It reminded me of taking her for her first day of Kindergarten and how completely frightened she was of actually going into the classroom. I thought of each of them at kindergarten and my different emotions ranging from excited and eager to heartbroken and nervous. I remembered how lost I was when I left C at kindergarten and how I cried in bed that night. I laughed at myself as I thought about going to school everyday to eat lunch with her and how I wondered whether or not it would be weird if I kept going when she got to Junior High. I couldn't remember being in Jr. High and having anyone else's mothers show up to eat lunch with them.
This year I was excited for them to head back to ARE since it's still fairly new for all of them just having switched last March. I was so happy for each of them to be in classrooms we had requested and with kids they know from the neighborhood and church. However, I surprised myself at the free flowing tears that fell as I walked back to the car. I'm not sure why I was so emotional about this year? Was it the 6th grader? Was it my 2nd grader or 3rd grader who so readily and obediently lined up and walked in? Was it the fact that Aug let me kiss him 50 times before letting him go? I loved being there and am so glad I stuck with our tradition of taking them and seeing them off for their first day.
And now with all my "free-time" I sit and update a poor neglected blog with a post about sending my kids off and consequently how much I miss them. I have tried to have that attitude of this being the "most wonderful time of the year" or being able to boldly exclaim how "ready" I was to send them back. But, geez, I really loved having them home this summer. We had so much fun at Lake Powell this year. We loved swimming with friends, going to play places, eating out for lunch and even just hanging out at home dancing to music or watching fun shows together. This was the first summer they took dive. They loved it--I was worried that the basic stuff might bore them but they looked forward to it each day and commented that they wished the class was longer. They were all in the same class and made up half of the class with the three of them. I think that helped them have more courage to see each other try and do new things. They learned some dive basics and enjoyed practicing what they learned when we'd go swimming for fun. We had a great summer and hopefully this will easily move us into a great beginning to another good school year.
I guess 6th grade doesn't have to line up...they huddle and then Break!
She wasn't too cool to wave at nerdy Mom--she is my sweet heart. Meanwhile it wasn't worth posting the pic of the other daughter who didn't want to look at me and definitely wasn't going to smile for the camera. At least she's consistent--she's not much of a poser and never has been. Aug migrated to the boys but I think he's naturally inclined to move toward the girls...with two loving sisters, it's easy for him to yield to the girls and always has a few really good girl friends. Here's to a great year!