First day of preschool for my littlest, teeny tiny. She sat on the counter, swinging her legs as I braided her hair, her curls grasping around my fingers–I didn’t want to let go either.
When her hair was done, I smiled at her, she knows, she knows she’s ready.
Oh this girl is so easy, so kind, so filled with love. I was feeling sad this morning at the changing of seasons, her chubby hands not ours alone, but set to do her own work, and she is ready. She held both our hands, silently grinning towards the big door, opened them herself. She stowed her bag, said hi to her teachers, set up some babies in high chairs, directing the teachers to pass her the play food with a friendly pointed finger. Gave me two kisses and was ready. She’s always been the little mama, her babies at the top of her mind, so nurturing. As we left, I just wanted to say, “You’re welcome…this is one special gift of a child you get to share part of your day with.” But instead I just waved goodbye.
waited a long time for her own back pack
Ethiopia Pride Bob Marley sweater
Bring it, day! I’m ready!
She is such a love (and adorable too). The world is lucky she’s going to out and about even more. You are such good parents, doing what’s right despite the cost to you.
Poppy exudes perpetual effervescence! Joy. joy, and more joy! Seeing these photos made my day. Her color-coordinated outfit is adorable. Thank you for sharing her first day.
I think “You’re welcome.” is the *perfect* thing to say to her teachers. I’d be sad to have that box of sunshine away from me for any length of time. I hope your day is full, Amy!
Sweet, beautiful girl. I hope she had the best day.
Oh my goodness, where did you get that sweater? Too perfect!