And, finally, the day arrived.
There she is, posing for Daddy on the first day of school; five-years-old going on eighteen.
We all walked down to the elementary school to take the boys to class and put Girl on the bus. Without the slightest hint of fear she tromped straight up to the bus and climbed the steps, talked to her new bus driver about her new tights, and chose the seat closest to the front. Her grin wrapped all the way around her face!
I sneakily walked down to the kindergarten and watched while the buses unloaded the kids in front of the building, and as the line of children wobbled into the school and drifted towards the foam blocks to waste some time before classes began. I could hardly believe how confidant she was!
She finally noticed me hiding behind some other parents and acknowledged that I was there, but never needed my help. I ended up helping a few other kids with very wide eyes find their cubbies, their seats, their attendance markers, and open their crayons. Girl barely even noticed me, she was so busy asserting her independence.
I was surprised it didn't make me sad when she didn't even say good-bye when I left. I guess we both knew how ready she was for this that enormity of it (all my kids in school!) seemed so nonchalant.