Alice was ready to go and completely calm and confident on her first day. We've been talking about kindergarten for a year, she's read many library books on the topic, and, well, she's Alice, so the idea of meeting new people and having a new place to go for a whole day is the best thing ever.
She chattered happily as we ascended the steps to the school and I fought off tears. Not because I'm sad about any of this, of course, but just because I cry easily whenever something momentous is happening in life. The problem is that I can't focus on enjoying the momentous moment because I'm spending so much energy trying to not be a crying weirdo. Luckily, Alice didn't notice at all.
We found the intake room and I recorded that Alice had packed a lunch, had no allergies or medical issues, and that we'd pick her up by car at the end of the day. Then I said goodbye and off she went.
Zac picked her up at 3pm when school was out. She was tired but happy, and declared that the day had been "Awesome!"
