This day...five years in the making
Today River started Kindergarten...
along with 14,000 other kids in Utah I realize.
But today was River's day.
Every year River stands at the bus stop in her robe like a good little housewife waving goodbye to our older kids.
Every year she participates in the night before school fashion show wearing
her old hand-me-downs.
River inherited Lauren's old backpack, and has had it ready since 2005.
Every odd Halloween pencil or Easter bunny ruler was filed away in the backpack and re-organized almost daily.
So there we were today.
Standing at the door of her classroom.
Her big moment was also my big moment.
I tend to get sentimental and was trying to make something monumental of the moment....
I could feel my own tears just within reach.
So as I fumbled for the camera, making small talk with other moms,
I looked around and she was gone.
I peeked in the room and there she was sitting quietly and contently in her chair at the Red table.
I wanted to get mad at her for being in such a hurry.
"Quit being so ready to grow up!" I should've shouted.
"school lunch and homework are so overrated!"
"stay home with me still and we will watch YouTube videos together."
Well, we worry and cry when they grow up...
I suppose we would do the same if they didn't.
along with 14,000 other kids in Utah I realize.
But today was River's day.
Every year River stands at the bus stop in her robe like a good little housewife waving goodbye to our older kids.
Every year she participates in the night before school fashion show wearing
her old hand-me-downs.
River inherited Lauren's old backpack, and has had it ready since 2005.
Every odd Halloween pencil or Easter bunny ruler was filed away in the backpack and re-organized almost daily.
So there we were today.
Standing at the door of her classroom.
Her big moment was also my big moment.
I tend to get sentimental and was trying to make something monumental of the moment....
I could feel my own tears just within reach.
So as I fumbled for the camera, making small talk with other moms,
I looked around and she was gone.
I peeked in the room and there she was sitting quietly and contently in her chair at the Red table.
I wanted to get mad at her for being in such a hurry.
"Quit being so ready to grow up!" I should've shouted.
"school lunch and homework are so overrated!"
"stay home with me still and we will watch YouTube videos together."
Well, we worry and cry when they grow up...
I suppose we would do the same if they didn't.
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