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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Kindergarten...times two



It's hard enough to send one child off to school for the first time...so two is even more difficult...but not for them! They were so excited for the first day of kindergarten! They pretty much ran into the building, ran to their desks, pulled out their first assignment and got right to work.

It's not so easy for me. Or for my little Gracie. She wants to be five. She wants to go to kindergarten, too. She wants to color at the big desks. She wants to play on the playground and go to recess. She wants to ride the big yellow bus.

She just won't this year.

So...she cried all the way back to the car. She was the first at the end of the driveway when she heard that the bus was coming down the street. She misses her brother and sister during the day. She wishes she were five...





























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The First Day of School



The end of summer and the beginning of the school year is always so bittersweet for me. I love having my kids at home with me through out the summer and it always seems like it goes by way too fast. They just keep growing and I just can't keep up.

It's become tradition that on the first day of school my kids don't take the bus...I drive them and walk into their class with them (and take pictures,of course). I love this tradition but I think my little fourth grader won't think it's cool next year in 5th grade. So I was grateful for the chance to walk into his class with him this year...maybe my last year.

As much as I want my sweet kids to stay little and sweet and love me and no one else I also want to see them grow up and become wonderful adults, full of love and giving, compassion and goodness. I want to keep them to myself but I know they have great things ahead of them. So every year when school starts...I cry and I smile.




















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