Today was way less traumatic than last year.
Back to school, that is.
Everyone got ready in plenty of time and I even managed to eat breakfast before taking the kids to school. Nobody had a meltdown when we insisted on taking pictures. I found a parking spot right next to the school. And they let me walk the kids to class.
Yes, on the way, I did somehow manage to dump all the contents of my purse on the floor of my car. Still, compared to all the things that went right, it was minor.
But I feel kind of guilty, a little bit. Because I didn’t cry.
I mean, every mom is supposed to cry when they put their baby into Kindergarten, right? I thought it was a rule or something.
But no. I just cheerily shoved her into class. She gave me a kiss before going to see the guinea pigs. And that was it.
Leah is joining Isaiah at the same school he attended last year. The office staff all know my face and which kid is associated with that face. I mean, everyone knows Isaiah.
So Leah is already known by association. You can’t imagine how many times teachers and staff have ooh-ed and ah-ed, saying, “Isaiah! Is this your sister? Is she coming to school here too? What’s her name?!” Which might annoy some younger siblings, but I can tell Leah loves it.
Now it’s Leah’s turn to make a name for herself. By the end of the year, some people might even refer to Isaiah as “Leah’s brother.” And I think that’s why I didn’t cry.
Because growing up really is a beautiful thing.
