Yesterday both girls went off to their first day of school.
Kid is in 5th grade this year (that sounds especially old) and is an Amazon.
Baby is in 1st this year.
Their first day was a 1/2 day and so we were all eased in a bit. Especially since I stayed for morning chapel and was really only gone for an hour and a half.
(P.S. taking the PTL gig was the best decision I ever made... completely changed my social circumstance at the school)
But today is REAL. They both just drove off for their first full day of school and I may have cried a bit. And I may cry some more before the day is over.
8 hours is a long time to contemplate the advancement of my life... even for me
This is the longest Baby has been away from me, except a few rare sleepovers, and even with that most of that time was at night.
I have all of the usual mothering anxieties...
mostly just hoping she'll be able to open all of her lunch containers (and actually eat the food).
Last night, after dinner, she handed me her dirty plate with a few scattered peas and 2 lumps of spinach left behind from their pesto pasta beginnings. "So, you are all done with this?" I asked. "Yeah, just scrape it into my lunch for tomorrow. I'm going to be there for a full day and I know I'm going to be hungry." Baby replied. The absurdity of her actually wanting that for lunch mixed with her earnestness about it, made me laugh and laugh.
Yesterday, she came home with her classroom newsletter and we learned (to our horror) that she has memory and spelling this year. "What?!!! I can't even write in English!" Baby cried out.
She was in that moment teaching herself Chinese calligraphy from a picture book.
(and yes, Mr F and I have decided to start saving up for an arts high school)