Time goes so fast. They grow up in the blink of an eye. Blah cliche blah blah cliche.
Before you know it, you’re sending your sweet chubby baby whose butt cheeks spilled over the top of her size 1 diapers the minute she was born off to Kindergarten… which happens to be free, and close to home, with longer hours, 5 days a week, and I THINK WE ARE BOTH VERY EXCITED.
For those who aren’t aware, Leyna is my middle child, so I’m pretty sure it all goes something like this:
Aside from me being a smart ass about saving money (but seriously, it’s like a raise!), I’m genuinely thrilled for her. She is going to thrive there, I just know it. She clearly benefits from having an older brother who’s been through all this, and is still there to show her the ropes.
Brace yourself for these 100% NOT STAGED (seriously, I’m serious) pictures from Kindergarten Roundup/registration last night.
But beyond that advantage, I think she’s got eagerness going for her. And it’s hard to be sad about sending a kid off to school when they so clearly want to be there. She was exactly the same way on her first day of preschool. Neither one of us cried then, and I doubt either one of us will in August.
(I didn’t cry when I dropped off Kendall, either, but he was and still is a totally different kid with a completely different approach to school- the kind of approach that requires a lot of convincing and bribing.)
Now, talk to me when she heads off to college, as that will likely be another story.