The First Day of The Rest of Her Life

Yesterday was Brooke's very first day of Kindergarten. She woke up at 6 am, which is generally unheard of from her, and was so excited because as she told me "It's my BIG day." I knew she would be just fine...after all she pretty much grew up in day care and she loves going to Sunday school....so we pull into the parking lot and park the car and as we are walking into the school she is showing every single person that will look at her the lunch box that she picked out. She got to her class and put her things away like she had been there a million times before...sat in her desk and proceeded to tell me she was ready for me to leave. So I did what any mama would do...I kissed the heck out of her and I left....as I was walking out to my car I felt what might be a few tears trying to come out but I didn't cry...I was so proud of her....my little girl did so good!! We all went to pick her up yesterday, she really enjoyed that!!! She told us all about her day and all the rules of the school. She said she only cried for a minute at rest time because she missed me but that she loved it and could not wait to go back!! Paige spent the whole day yesterday looking for Brooke...I think she thought we were giving children away and suspected she might be next because she walked around going "Brooke, you come out NOW, come out NOW!!!" and saying to me "I can't find her, I can't find her"....she was very relieved I am sure when we went and picked her up and realized she was only at school. I spent my day trying to figure out what to do...it was very strange to not have Brooke here but even more than that it was strange to have to watch the clock and know that I had to be somewhere by 3:00...since I quit my job there have been MANY days that we have not left the house at all let alone twice a day so that was weird, but all in all I would say it was a very successful first day of school. This morning when I took her I asked her if she wanted me to walk her inside again and without hesitation she said, "I can do it by myself MOTHER"....Mother what the heck is that...did my five year old go to sleep and wake up a teenager?!!! Well I guess I have to embrace the fact that my baby is growing up...but I don't have to be happy about it do I?