I don’t have any idea how this happened. But today was the first day of first grade.
We talked it through plenty of times, and though I think there were nerves under the surface, the kids showed no hesitation whatsoever. We walked around the corner, waited for the bus to arrive. Ellie came with, and we even dragged Daddy out of bed for it.
Maybe another six or seven kids from the neighborhood at our stop, none of whom we know yet, and my kids climbed right on that bus like they’d been doing it forever.
And the bus just drove away, like it was a totally normal thing and not something that freaked me the hell out. We walked away and M looked like he was going to fall apart. I think I tend to shelter him from some of this stuff, since it’s usually me doing all of the firsts and lasts.
Ellie and I are a little aimless this morning. Getting to the bus before 8:00 made for an earlier morning than our last lazy weeks of summer. We don’t have any appointments today, not many errands to run, either. I’m forgetting things and making wrong turns, and Ellie just keeps asking for Becca. It’s disorienting.
Still, I’m so very excited for them, and I hope they have fun on their first day. And my alarm is set for a few hours from now, so I don’t forget to walk back to the bus stop and pick them up!