And Just Like That, She's Ready

This morning I dropped Sophie off for her first day of preschool and I’m having all the feelings. I expected tears - mine, not hers. What I didn’t expect was for my three-year-old to march into that classroom like she was reporting for duty as CEO.

And Just Like That, She’s Ready

She put on that little backpack, gave me a quick hug, and walked straight to the art station without looking back. The teacher had to remind her to say goodbye. Meanwhile, I’m standing in the hallway like ‘excuse me, miss, I carried you for nine months and you can’t spare a glance?’

I’m so proud of her confidence. She gets that from Marcus, obviously. The dramatic flair of walking away without looking back? That’s all me. My girl knows how to make an entrance AND an exit.

Now I have three whole hours to myself twice a week and I have no idea what to do with that. Probably cry in the car for the first few times, if we’re being honest.