Today is my eldest’s daughters last day of kindergarten. Waves of nostalgia have been washing over the family for the past week, mostly from my urging. Her first day. Her first friend. Her courage and her optimism. Her never-ending enthusiasm for crossing the monkey bars. The armloads of art that she proudly brings home.
We’ve read through her school yearbook and noted the future plans of fellow students graduating from senior kindergarten (my favourite, one sweet boy wrote that his future plans included being a dad and Spiderman). We’ve made cookies and cards for her wonderful teachers. She chose her favourite “party dress” to wear today.
At some point during this past year she went from hugging me goodbye at the school drop-off to seeing her friends and excitedly walking away with them while I watched her go. It is not something that we talked about, it just happened. She no longer needed that last bit of encouragement from me, but I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed this little routine until it was over.Read More