Yesterday was Sophie's first day of first grade. It was the first day she's left the house for school, since I homeschooled her last year. She's been excited for some time, but the night before last there was the anticipated worry in her voice. She's shy, after all.
I had to drive Laura and Sophie in to school because our van was in the shop (gettin' it all pimped out, dawgs). Anyway, it was hard watching her walk hand-in-hand with her mommy into the school. I think, though, it would have been far harder if she had been walking into the school by herself. School is an interesting little experiment. It's sort of like pushing your little one into the deep end to see if her instincts will kick in and she'll swim. You trust that it will all work out, but you have your doubts about the process.
When I picked her up in the afternoon, she had a big smile on her face. I asked her what her favorite thing that happened in school was and she told me that it was not having to flip her card (for misbehavior). She was a chatterbox and filled my ears with her honey voice telling me all about her day.
During lunch she cried. They were serving pizza and the sauce was too spicy for her so she offered her food to another child who wanted it. The teacher told her that she couldn't share her food - it's against school policy (allergies, complainers, whiners, little babies, etc.). Sophie cried because she thought she was in trouble. After she related the story to me, I told her that it was never wrong to share and that I was very proud of her. (But don't do it while the teacher's looking.)
Today is Day 2 and I pray it will be even better than Day 1.