First Day of Everything

We’ve been talking about preschool for weeks. Sophie picked out her outfit three times, practiced writing her name, and announced to everyone at the grocery store that she was “going to big kid school.” I thought I was ready.

First Day of Everything

This morning she marched into that classroom like she’d been doing it her whole life. Didn’t even look back when I said goodbye. Part of me is so proud I could burst - that’s the confidence I want her to have forever. The other part of me wanted to chase after her and ask if she needed me to stay “just for a little bit.” I drove home and found her backup backpack on the kitchen counter and almost lost it completely. When did my baby turn into this little person who doesn’t need me every second? Marcus found me standing there holding her tiny sweater like some kind of dramatic movie scene. He didn’t say anything, just hugged me and reminded me that confident kids come from confident moms. Still doesn’t make it easier though.