It's 1:00pm. So far today, I've bought groceries, started Christmas shopping, ran a few errands for the dealership, made a lasagna, fed all the pets, and put the baby down for her nap before she even had to resort to rolling around the hallway screaming in exhaustion while I wipe someone else's butt/retrieve a stray lovey from the basement/insert other distraction here. And then, I sat down to update my blog for the first time in weeks. Having one child at home for the first time since my nearly-five year old firstborn was sixteen months old? Glorious! Oh yes, friends, today this happened:
Back to school! Or in the case of Miss Vivi, first ever day of preschool! I thought, really would've bet a lot of money, that I would've been sad today. I warned my mom that she may be called upon to meet me downtown for a lunchtime glass of wine. I suspected there'd be some tears and that the echoey house would make me feel blue. But really? I'm so happy for my kids, that they have this lovely little preschool to attend, their caring teachers and their new adventures and all this goodness to prepare them to be good students and good people when real school comes calling. Especially my Vivi girl, who's been waiting for this day since last summer when big brother went to VBS and she was stuck with me and that was just TOTALLY not fair. And all last year, she'd ask, as we drove back home after dropping off the brother at preschool, when SHE would get to go to school. She wanted to make new friends and learn new things and have a backpack! Next fall? Next fall was forever away, my girl would bemoan. And finally, today, with summer winding down and autumn's glory beckoning ... my girl's wish came true. She picked out a dress, put her leggings on all by herself (and then put them on again, when the first try came up with a tag up front), dictated how I'd do her hair, inspected her backpack to make sure there was a lovey for nap time and a blankie with her name on it. Shoes on, ponytail straightened, out the door. School time.
And off they went. My girl starting on a brand new adventure, my boy embarking on one last year of practice school before the real deal next fall and so, so excited to have his little sister at "his" school. And .... I'm happy. Mostly. I must admit to an emotional moment a bit ago when I went into Vivi's room to put clean clothes away and it hit me that my girl was grown, a bit anyway, and gone, today anyway, and doing things I don't know about and meeting people I don't know yet and breaking away a tiny bit in the way kids do before you know what's happening.
But mostly, happy. And excited to pick them up and squeeze them tight and hear about their day. And they'll probably be bickering before we make it down the street from the school and I'll just be like "OMG IS IT THURSDAY/HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION YET?!"
And my Mabel? On this, her first birthday (more on that later!)? She has the mama all to herself, at last. A quiet house for napping and new birthday toys all her own for playing. She'll like this preschool business just fine, no doubt about it.
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