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 The bad news is that she is home now with a fever.  I knew starting Kindergarten would expose her to more viruses; I just didn’t think she would get sick so soon :(

So I did it.  I dropped her off.

Faith did it.  She put on a smile and walked through those doors.  I got to walk her to her classroom.  I took a few pictures.  I hugged and kissed her.  I told her, “Now remember what Daddy said to you… don’t eat dirt!”  She laughed and I took that moment to walk away.  

NO TEARS!  Laughter is the best medicine.

I’m so thankful that our goodbyes were happy ones.  I know that there will be tears this year, but for today… I’m just so thankful.

 

I snapped a pic for Daddy as Faith was getting ready this morning.

 

All dressed and ready to go!  And sweet little Josephine is sticking up her middle finger in the background.  That’s what she thinks of her big sis leaving her!

 

Faith got all settled in.  I just pray that today will be a happy day for her.

 

She started school this morning,
And she seemed so very small.
As I walked there beside her
In the Kindergarten hall.

And as she took her place beside
the others in the class,
I realized how all too soon
Those first few years can pass.

Remembering, I saw her as
She first learned how to walk.
The words that we alone made out
When she began to talk.

This little girl so much absorbed
In learning how to write.
It seems as though she must have grown
To girlhood overnight.

My eyes were blurred by hastily
I brushed the tears away
Lest by some word or sign of mine
I mar her first big day.

Oh how I longed to stay with her
And keep her by the hand
To lead her through the places
That she couldn’t understand.

And something closely kin to fear
Was mingled with my pride.
I knew she would no longer be
A baby by my side.

But she must have her chance to live,
To work her problems out,
The privilege to grow and learn
What life is all about.

And I must share my little girl
With friends and work and play;
She’s not a baby anymore —
She’s in Kindergarten today.

Only 8 more days to go.  8 more full days with my first born. 8 more lazy days of snuggling, playing, and chatting about whatever she likes… all day long.

In 8 more days, she won’t be home at 8am. No more random hugs and kisses throughout the day. No more whispers in my ear during nap time, “Mommy, I love you.” In 8 more days, the girl that has never left my side since birth will be gone, for 7 very long hours, Monday through Friday. 

35 hours a week, she will be gone.  35 hours of chatting, playing, and new experiences, I won’t be there to witness.  It feels like 5 years of “first times” with her are just not enough.  Now, she will have countless “first times” without me… from this point on… in just 8 more days.

Her box of school supplies are in her room on the floor. Glaring at me. Telling me, “This is just a small view of what she will be doing, without you.”  Her school uniform is hanging in her closet, new shoes, new backpack and lunch bag. Everything is ready… except me.

I know I’ll be staring at the clock during her first day in school, but the clock is already ticking for me. Awake or asleep, I’m counting down the days even in my dreams.

Well it’s Faith’s time now, whether I’m ready or not.   Maybe I’ll cry after I drop her off.  Maybe I won’t.  Maybe I’ll be in too much shock to relieve myself with tears.  Maybe I’ll be too concerned about how she is doing, every minute, every hour, until I get to pick her up again.  Or maybe, she will face her first day with a smile, and go through those doors with excitement that will soothe my heart and keep me happy and calm for the first 7 hours of the rest of her life.  I’ll find out in 8 more days.