First Grade

My little girl is currently in class on her first day of first grade. She told me before she left that she was "Super nervous." I think she was excited...to see her friends, to get to know her teacher, to meet the new (to her) kids in her class. I'm excited for her.

This has been a grouping of firsts for her. She lost her first tooth, got her first uniforms, and started first grade. It really does seem like just yesterday she was taking her first steps, saying her first words, all the fun things of babies.

I know I mentioned my lack of wanting for another human child in my earlier post, and just by mentioning it here, have refreshed your memories on the subject.

I want to make clear that my reasons for it are not that I didn't enjoy my first human child, but because I thoroughly have enjoyed raising the one I have. I don't want to have to split my time between two children. I love that she takes up all my time. Words don't describe just how good she is. She is kind hearted and generous, smart as a whip, and so many other things all wrapped into the best kid a parent could ask for.

Yep, I am a totally biased parent of an only child. But I dare you to find anyone who will disagree with me about her. :)

Anyway...

First Grade. First day of first grade. Thinking about it makes me a bit weepy, in that unique way mom's have of leaking tears of happiness. I'm so excited for her. She is going to soar through first grade, and springboard towards high school before I know it.

Yes, in just 7 more years, I'll have a teenage version of myself. Are you cringing as much as I am at that thought?

Good. Cringe harder, because I know what I did in high school.

I just hope to continue to build a strong relationship with my daughter now that will ease the way through the teenage years.

Love to all.