Well, today is the first day of school. With four kids, people expect me to be the one running to the school and then skipping all the way home. But, I'm not. I have always been ok with the oldest. I was just as excited as him on his first day. But with the second. . .it's different. I look at her and think "She's not ready." But I know that isn't true. It's me who's not.
I was actually doing fine until we got to her class and there was a little girl crying. Lindsay heard it and looked up at me with big scared eyes. She had been so excited as we walked out the door but now looked hesitant. I wanted to scoop her up and run. But I didn't. I put my big-girl panties on and smiled at her and encouraged her to hang her backpack up. Then I walked her to a table where kids were coloring, and after she sat down, kissed her on the cheek and turned around and left. I tried to get a glimpse at her as I walked out the door but there were too many parents in the way. *sniff* Maybe it was for the best though.
And now, for the pictures.
Lindsay all ready to go:
Both of my big kids right before we set out for the school
And now, I am going to go drown my sorrow in donuts and take a nap.