Today was the first day in the carpool lane. In my white Taurus I am only inches away from the typical suburban soccer-mom, right? (Where's that fun girl who drove a yellow mustang?) Anyway, I took my daughter to her first day at "real school". She's been going to a daycare but we stopped that when my son was born back in May. She and I and the baby spent the summer together and now she and I were ready for school to start again.
Typically I am very emotional; like the ballet recital where I was crying to a Mariah Carey song as my little girl transformed into a butterfly. Big tears rolling down my face. Can't I blame that on baby hormones? The baby was 2 weeks old.
But today I managed to keep those tears at bay. Maybe because I know she's way to smart to be stuck with me all day. Maybe her excitement was so pure that it kept my selfish 'I want my baby girl with me' in check. She couldn't wait to go to school. As she skipped up with the teachers aide to the classroom door I heard he saying "I'm so excited" in her sweetest sweet girl voice.
Now the tears are welling up as I remember her. She's a big girl now.
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