Big Kid, Bigger Feelings

We did it. We survived the first day of kindergarten. Well, Sophie survived. I’m still recovering.

Big Kid, Bigger Feelings

The morning started with all the classic first-day traditions - the carefully coordinated outfit (pink dress, obviously), the backpack that’s bigger than she is, and the chalkboard sign that I definitely didn’t tear up making last night. She was SO ready. Bouncing around the kitchen, chattering about her new teacher, showing Theo her supplies like he understood what a glue stick was for.

But then the bus came. THE BUS. My baby got on a giant yellow vehicle with a stranger and just… left. I held it together until it turned the corner, then promptly fell apart in the driveway. Marcus found me twenty minutes later still holding Theo, mascara probably everywhere, having what can only be described as a moment.

The aftermath. Bus = gone. Sophie = at school. Mom = emotional wreck.

She’s five. When did five become old enough for backpacks and lunch boxes and independence? When did I become the mom crying at the bus stop? (Don’t answer that, I’m not ready for the truth.)