I always really liked the first day of school. All the way through college. It was a fresh start, and you never knew what the year would hold. Of course that luster of newness never lasted past the first week, but I always had that first day. I think my kids are the same. They land more in the excited camp than in the nervous, clinging to mama camp. They scampered right out of my car yesterday and eagerly ran into their new school.
After an unfortunate misunderstanding involving "uniforms" and "unicorns," Rowan was right on board to go to school 5 half days a week, the same as her big brother. She's feeling mighty grown up these days. She asks often, "Am I a bid (big) durl (girl)?" And I have to sigh and tell her, yes, she's getting there.
Fletcher loves school, but was hesitant about starting in a new school this year. We moved to our town last year well past the time everyone else signed up for Preschool, so we had to settle for a school that wasn't our first pick. This year we moved into our first pick school, and I can tell already that it's a winner of a school. But Fletcher is like me that he craves familiarity and tradition. But he said yesterday was a great first day. He also said he misses his old school, but I know he will adjust fine.
Here are a few gems from our quick before school photo shoot yesterday. You can just see the love for his sister all over Fletcher's face. Ah, siblings!
Hope all your littles are having great first days where ever you may be, friends!