My baby girl has started kindergarten. I am not an overly emotional person, but something about this milestone just hit me and it hit me hard! I spent the last few weeks before she started getting organized. I created a little homework station for her.
|She loves it!|
I also made bags for a weeks worth of clothes for school:
|Super easy to make, inexpensive, and really makes mornings so much easier!|
Total side note here: This was the best idea I ever got on Pinterest. Truly. It takes us about an hour on Sundays to pick out the outfits, matching hair bows, shoes, socks, and undies. I divided it up into 2 dresses, 1 skirt outfit, and 2 shorts/pants outfits. In the morning she picks the bag she wants to wear. The only day that is decided is Wednesday (PE day), so that bag has to have sneakers and shorts. The other day she forgot about the bag and just got clothes from her drawer. Sam was in charge of overseeing the getting dressed. He was like "no big deal Dana." Yes, until we went round and round about how leggings/biker shorts are not pants and if your shirt does not cover your behind, then you have to add another layer of a skirt or shorts. Then she could not decide on how to do her hair. THEN we had to pick out shoes. I looked at Sam and said - "Case in point - stick to the bags."
We were ready. We met her teacher on Thursday and I was so relieved at who she got. Ada was counting down the days. And somehow, I was still so nervous. I could come up with a million and half reasons, but really it was the nagging feeling that my baby girl - my Ada Jane was growing up way too fast.
The night before I went sleep at midnight and then promptly woke up at 3:30. I could not go back to sleep. I tried to work, but my mind wandered. I tried to watch Friends - and I was just too antsy. All I could think of was this picture (as I posted to my personal FB account)
|I wrote: Last night Ada was too anxious to sleep. So she asked if I could just do "a little bit of snuggles." I climbed in bed with her and as she wrapped her arm around me this picture came to mind. I love this girl and her snuggles. I am up early this morning praying for my sweet girl and her teachers. I know it will be a hard one this morning, but I also know that she is in great hands and there will always be time for "a little bit of snuggles."|
It was finally time to get her up and she got out of bed with so much excitement, gobbled down her breakfast, and got dressed as quickly as she could. We took the obligatory pictures:
We piled into the car and drove to school. We started walking in and I could tell she was a little nervous, but overall she was pretty calm. I held it together as we left her there and walked away.
The whole day I was antsy, what was she doing? Was she having fun? Did she make friends? My mind could not focus. All I could think about was how did 5 years go by SO fast? Maybe it was because of the three year rollercoaster ride we were on from 2012-2015 (poor Henry - from the day he was born all he ever knew was "mommy building a Bradford"). Maybe it was because once you have 2 - life just gets even crazier. But either way, I was just in awe at how fast time has flown.
I knew that life was changing. No more are the days when we can spend them in our PJ's, or just decide on a whim what to do. It made me sad, but also so happy for her. I knew she would excel. I knew she would love it. And I knew that she would adapt and figure things out, as hard as they may seem - she would persevere.
Sure enough - that is what she did. The first week, every day something happened that made her sad or frustrated. But, she pushed through it, asked questions, figured it out, and is slowly learning that it is ok to be wrong. We are still figuring out a routine - what works, what doesn't, and what we can actually change. I still am figuring out lunches, the right amount, and what she will actually eat. But overall, kindergarten is going well. She was disappointed that Saturday meant no school and is surprisingly adjusting to early wake-up life pretty easily.
It has been a balance for me as well - figuring out how to cram as much work in as possible and be done by 3:30 when she gets home. I know some days that isn't an option due to rehearsals or random things that pop up - but for the most part, I want to be home when she gets off the bus. I want to ask her about her day, hear all the ups and downs, and celebrate her successes. It's a whole new world of homework, packing lunches, making breakfasts, and getting the kiddos to bed on time.
Overall, it just makes me so grateful for the job that I have. It is hard, it is tiring, and sometimes it is so constant that even though the "day" is done, I am still working after bedtime, or in the early morning hours to get it all done. Even so - I wouldn't have it any other way. Other people look at me and ask, "how do you do it?" And I really don't know. I certainly don't have it all figured out, but I do know that I love my jobs. I love being a planner, I love the venue, I love being a wife, and I love being a momma. All four are what make me who I am. I finally feel like we are in a season where life is just being lived to the fullest. No longer are we waiting for the next shoe to drop, the next financial crisis or the next fire we have to put out. We are having fun work days, celebrating each other, taking vacations, planning trips, and taking time out to just be sisters and not business partners.
I still get a little sad when I see her get off the school bus. It's a jolt of reality that she is no longer a baby. I start to get a little emotional and then she gets off, runs to me and is just bursting with excitement about her day and I am just too engrossed in hearing the details that I forget to be sad. I am just so excited for Ada and this adventure of school. But even more, I am so excited that I get to be so present during it all.