Today has been a really good day.
C started school last week. It was quite the adjustment. I knew she would love it...eventually. But I also knew the first day (and possibly weeks) would be tough. We talked about how much fun school would be, we took the obligatory "First Day of School" photos, we sang "Grown Ups Come Back" over and over again on the way there.
And when they took her out of my car, no tears (from her)! I was so overwhelmed with pride and anxiety and excitement, I blew her a kiss, put on my sunglasses, and cried for the next ten minutes.
Well, when I picked her up, her little face was red and she was crying, but through her tears, she said, "Mommy, it's so fun." So, even though it broke my heart into a million pieces, I counted the day as a win.
Well, today, she literally woke up excited. She ate breakfast, got dressed, read books in our bed while I fixed her hair, and told Husband she was going to school and was "so excited."
She told me it was "going to be so fun"on the way there, and when they got her out of my car, she told me bye, blew me a kiss, and didn't cry. I was crazy mom today and was very first in line for carpool. So at 12:50, when they put my baby in the car, she was smiling!! She told me how much fun she had and then did not stop talking for the entire ride home. She told me about her teacher, about singing "Itsy Bitsy Spider," "Twinkle Little Star," and "ABCD" and then sang them all to me. She told me she played outside with her friends. My heart was so full. I was so proud of my baby for being such a big girl.
Then I read the note from her teacher that said, "Catherine is adjusting well to school. She is so smart!"
And my heart exploded with pride.
We stopped for Yogurt Mountain on the way home to celebrate, where she ate mostly toppings and danced to the music.
It was only 2:00 and we'd already had an amazing day. After playing a little, it was nap time for us both.
As I lay on my left side and closed my eyes, I felt something I've been waiting for for weeks. I felt my baby boy kick. The feeling is indescribable. Our baby has been moving around for weeks, and at twenty weeks pregnant, I finally got to feel his little movements, tiny flutters.
With one hand on my belly, I drifted off to sleep, filled with pride for my TWO perfect children.
Today was a very good day.
