The last day of first grade.
There is a certain routine that my girl has--she is a creature of habbit. Every morning, the same thing has happened for the past 180 days of school:
she blows kisses as she is about to board the bus;
she waves franticly with very serious look on her face until the bus starts to pull away;
as the bus starts driving, she gives me the "i love you" sign (do you see her in the window, the little tiny cute girl?) until whe is...
down the street and out of sight.
If something is out of place during this routine, I am sure to hear about it when I pick her up. It makes me laugh, but it also tears me apart--sending this innocent, little, fragile, beautiful, anxious individual away from me every week day to let the influence of her world teach her instead of me. Scary. I am not aloud, by law, to leave her in the car for a few minutes unattended, but I am encouraged to send her away, without (my) supervision, for most of the day to let people I hardly know make sure she is happy and safe and taken care of. I try really hard not to match her look of fear and discontent when I give her the "i love you" sign back. I give a huge smile and wave, although all the other kids are watching intently.
But, now, we can go to the beach and the pool and the lakes and fruit and berry picking...I love summer. Although there are more fights to break up between the shorties, we get to take on a non routine type day and let the days come one at a time, knowing that summer never lasts long enough. Who knows--second grade might be too old to blow kisses and give sign language love. Time will tell. But first, I'm gonna head out into the sun.
7 comments:
She is sooo cute! I hope to meet her someday.
Green...I envy the green around you! I haven't been around that kind of green since moving away to college.
Oh, if only the miles were shorter, we would be there in a heartbeat to share summer days with you!
love you and the shorties!
Now that's something to blog about! Your daughter is very cute and your story brought tears to my eyes. I feel the same about my girly, who will be riding the bus for the first time this Fall. I hope you both have a great Summer.
I know how you feel - and I'm glad for summer too. We've already been swimming a zillion times, blown a million bubbles and been outside 99% of our day.
Love ya - tell Anna Ems says hi!
LC
A beautiful post, Brittany, I remember my mom walking me to the bus when I was little and how I hated driving away. I am so looking forward to having my own children and enjoying the long days of summer. Thanks so much for sharing!
p.s. Your daughter is adorable!!
I love this post. What a sweet ritual! I am dreading the bus days, but maybe we will come up with our own daily send-off that will make the day a little easier!
What a beautiful and poetic post! I hate that my 7 year old niece has to ride the bus with kids as old as 12th grade!!! So many things wrong with that...I love the routine; reminds me of me. I would hold the same used kleenex in my pocket until I got back home from school, just because it came from home--where Mom was...sniff...
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