Here we are before leaving on her first day:
This has been the hardest thing I've faced in my 5+ year mothering experience, and I've wondered, am I being overly dramatic? Am I exaggerating emotions? Am I being stupid about this?
And the answer I've give myself is no. It is hard to cross this threshold. It is big, and there's no going back. So, while I’m excited for her, and all she’s about to embark upon, I’m sad for what we’re leaving behind. And I’m in utter disbelief that we’re here already. I spent the night before her first day drinking wine and looking at her baby pictures. I just cannot believe how time has flown.
So I did cry quite a bit on the first day, and in the days after, and even some this week, but I held it together in front of Mattie on day one. I waited until I was in the safety of the parking lot before I really let the tears flow. I met a group of friends for a post-first-day-drop-off breakfast that morning, and I had to drive around for a bit to compose myself before going. And I might have scared Presley, because she was with me. Sorry P!
In the weeks leading up to school starting, Mattie’s nervousness was outweighing her excitement. She had a whole list of things she was worried about, and we had several occasions of her crying with me reassuring her that it would be OK, and she would love it when she got there, and everybody is nervous, even the teachers, because it's a new year for everyone, etc. etc. etc. By the time the first day got here, she was more excited than scared, and she had no tears at drop-off. A huge blessing for me!
On to the pictures!
The week before school started, we did some back to school shopping, and Mattie proved that she is 1) not too big too ride in a stroller, and 2) she is not too old to nap. We got some stares, and some ladies at Hobby Lobby even questioned her age, and embarrassed her terribly. But she stayed in it all day.
Sister had to get in for a shot, and even though she wasn’t going to MDO until the next day, she wanted her backpack in the picture too. She’s doing what we call her “cute face” here…she puts her hands on her cheeks and smiles.