First grade. A year of new firsts. First time going to school ALL DAY long.
In kindergarten, Grace only went to school in the morning. And, though, at the time, it was hard to let her go, the mornings went so quickly. That smiling face was back home with me before lunch.
First grade also means, the first time Grace gets to experience lunch and recess. These are parts of her day that she looks forward to the most. These are parts of the day, I worry about the most. Those unstructured moments of the day, you hope will greet your child with kindness and happy memories.
Those are the moments I worry about her falling and scraping her knee and me not being there to give her a band-aid and a little tenderness.
But, this brave little girl is ready, ready to take on the firsts. Ready to fearlessly face new challenges. Ready to make new friends.
This brave little girl is ready to go...
Though I am sure she took my heart with her, in that back pack, there's no place else I'd rather my heart go.
As I count down the hours until she returns home, I look around, feeling a bit less brave.
Her absence is felt.
My heart aches a bit, until she comes home, filled with delightful tales about how she LOVED her first day of school. She smiles as she tells me about the girls she sat with at lunch and played with at recess. She laughs as she remembers funny moments from her day.
And, I hug her a bit tighter.
So, even though I know there will be many more moments of learning how to let her go, I'll appreciate those moments I don't have to and I'll hold on that much tighter.