This was my Emmabug the morning of the first day of school. It was 7:30 am and for once Katie was still asleep. When I told Emma to go back to bed because she still had 5 hours before school, she began crying so we got up and had breakfast. She asked me so many times when school was going to start I finally had to tell her to stop asking. We made a paper chain the week before so she could count the days and it seemed to help but she was just so excited. When the time came for her to get ready I became a little emotional. I had to take Katie to a Dr appointment and leave before Emma left for school. I loaded the babies into the car after taking a few pictures outside and asked Colt to escort our little girl to class.
While driving to the Dr office I kept watching the clock and thinking about my sassy girl. When the clock hit 12:40 I began to tear up. I was so sad that I couldn't take pictures of her waiting outside looking excited and nervous at the same time. While checking into the Dr, Colt sent me this:
It was so hard for me not to break down and cry. Not because I was sad I missed it but because she is growing up so fast. After our appointment I hurried home and watched for the clock to say 3:10. When that finally happened I hurried across the street to wait for the bell to ring so I could see my big girl. I waited on the grass as Mrs Armstrong walked her little students outside to meet their eager parents. Emma came out with a huge smile on her face and ran towards me after I waved to her teacher. I picked her up and held back tears as I squeezed her as tight as I could. When I asked her how her day was she exclaimed, "Kindergarten Rocks Mom!" It made my heart swell. When we got home Katie was so happy to see Emma she gave her a big hug. I asked Emma what her favorite thing was of the day and she said playing with playdough and eating Popsicles. I laughed of course. After a snack we went downstairs to tell daddy about her day. I got a surprise text from my sister in law while looking through the pile of papers sent home. When I opened it the water works began again:
Chantelle was driving by and took this perfectly timed picture of me when I got Emma. I was so thankful. She could have gotten in big trouble with the crossing guard who is really strict and scares everyone.
The rest of the week went well. We coordinated a routine and she continued to ask how long until kindergarten starts but I think it will be a while before she is over that. She brought home little projects every day and was so proud to show me how she can cut and glue. She has terrible penmanship but I'm hoping that will improve with practice. I think she likes to be done fast and by doing that things are a bit messy. Friday was a short day, which makes no sense for kindergarten but what do I know. She came back so excited saying she graduated and she had something special for me that I was going to love. She took a few things out of her backpack and said tada!
They had a special assembly with some high school cheerleaders and the elementary principal. They talked about the importance of school and had a mini graduation ceremony where the kids got to walk on the red carpet and get a diploma. They got little bracelets that said "I will be college ready...Class of 2026." I thought I was over the emotions of sending Emma bug to school but seeing a graduation year got me all choked up again. I keep asking myself when did my sweet little baby get so big. I realize that she is still only 5 but she is my oldest. She went from this little couch buddy happy to cuddle with me and watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, to an independent little missy who has her own thoughts and opinions.
I miss this:
But I am so proud of this:
I am excited for her to learn and grow. She is doing so well and is eager to learn, I hope that stays with her. I hope she is a great student and study's hard and does her best. I hope she makes good friends that she keeps forever. I am so proud of her. I can't wait to document her year as she becomes a student. Gosh I am one lucky momma.
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