Kindergarten Eve

Here sits a brand spanking new pink backpack, ready for little arms to fill it tomorrow.

Today is Kindergarten Eve.

My mom tells stories of hating the first few days before school started when I was growing up. Apparently, as a child, I always had trouble sleeping as I so worried that I wouldn't already know the things I was expected to learn. She still laughs at the irony of that.

We may evolve as beings, but roots run deep.

Tomorrow, my girl begins a new chapter. She isn's particularly nervous at all. She spent the weekend labeling all of her school supplies and then asking to relabel them. She took them to the open house to stake out her ground in Mrs. Lee's classroom. She came home already asking, "Mommy, where is Mrs. Sue Klopp?" the vision para who will be one of the many helping her find her way. She already found a favorite spot in the classroom--not surprisingly-- in the reading corner on a rug next to the toy fireplace. Her lanyard that says, "Please do not talk to me. I am busy." was already hanging in her cubby...and for obvious reasons as we made it through the building and were stopped by so many to chat. We already feel at home with our Reeder family since she has been there for two years in preschool. She is in amazing hands and we are so very blessed to have such a committed learning environment for her.

I don't think I'll particularly be a mess tomorrow. Perhaps just a little sentimental. But still, I've found my own elementary days creeping back in, worrying a bit about whether I have prepared her enough to know what she needs to know for Kindergarten.

I know, I know. It's entirely pathological.