Bailey started kindergarten today. I didn’t even have time to fully wrap my head around that fact and then it suddenly just happened. And now it is over.
She loved it. It was “awesome” and “amazing” and “the best day ever” and every other sunshine-dipped Bailey superlative. I’m proud of my daughter. PROUD of her. It’s all I can do to just sit back and marvel sometimes. She is absolutely infectious, and I am so lucky that I get to share her with others.
Parker…the third grader. His classroom doesn’t have toys, or primary colors, or crayon-filled desks, or teachers with sing-song voices. But man, he’s ready. I’ve watched this kid geek out recently. Minecraft is an OBSESSION, the U.S. Presidents are his hobby-du-jour, and I find myself panicking at times when I realize that I’M NOT THE BOSS OF HIM. When we hug these days, he’s letting go first. He wants sleepover parties and has secrets with his “bros”. He wants his jeans to be skinny, his hair to be long, and he thinks the Internet restrictions that we give him are “so unfair”. Don’t get me wrong…this precious baby of mine is nothing short of perfection – but he is GROWING UP.
I am humbled and I am grateful, and I am so desperately, wildly, shamelessly in love with these two little humans. Take care of them, world, and they will give you so much in return.