First

This little one is starting FIRST grade tomorrow…

These pics were taken almost exactly SIX years ago.

It was an impromptu photo shoot at Pottery Barn Kids that we were pressured into¬†unable to say no to and ended up costing me a huge chunk of my last disability check….but in hind sight was worth every penny.

I can never get back those {3 month old} days.

Those little arm rolls. Those chubby cheeks. That teeny tiny hair clip holding down that ornery hair.

Yesterday afternoon I took her to see who her teacher is. I picked her up, pointed to her name, ran my finger along the page to the {teacher} column and asked her to tell me what it said. She read it, seemed a little puzzled and then realized that she has the same teacher this year as she did for kindergarten. She was thrilled. WE are thrilled.

I got choked up as I explained to her how special it is that she gets the same, wonderful teacher this year. I told her that I was so proud of her and for all she learned, the friends she made and the person she became in kindergarten. She told me she was happy that she had Mrs. H again and that there were some familiar faces in her class. “I’m not scared anymore”, she said. That makes this mama so happy.

She’s in a combo class this year with second graders which is obviously new to us, but I am confident that everything will be fine since we adored Mrs. H last year.

Here’s to another year of 7am wake up calls, early morning walks to school, scratching my head for some {new} lunch box ideas, homework, volunteering, spelling tests, field trips, etc.

She has a fresh new haircut. Her outfit all picked out for tomorrow. School supplies tucked into her backpack. New lunch box ready to carry all the wonderfully creative and never duplicated {ha!} snacks and lunches.

Last year FLEW by and I am certain this one will too.

My FIRSTborn is now a FIRST grader….

Today, this official last day of her summer, is a reminder to relish these days because in the same time from when she was only in a diaper on that fuzzy white blanket to now, she will be 12 years old and going into 7th grade. Gah!

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“I am not a perfect mother and I will never be. You are not a perfect daughter and you will never be. But put us together and we will be the best mother and daughter we would ever be.” ~¬†Zoraida Pesante

2 thoughts on “First”

  1. Ditto, Amy! What a beautiful piece of writing about a beautiful Mother and daughter. I am touched, too!

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