Tuesday, August 12, 2008
We took Mikayla to Kindergarten registration.
We walked to the school.
All the way there, she chatted incessantly about how excited she was.
About how smart her teacher would think she was.
She practiced spelling her name, reciting her address, and counting as high as she could go.
Then we got there.
She had to sit with her teacher, alone, in the classroom to be assessed.
She waited her turn, while other kids filed in and out.
She was silent.
And while I was filling out papers, I felt her tug on my arm.
"Mommy, what do you do if tears start coming?"
I wanted to say to her "Then you don't go to school, honey. You stay home and keep your Momma company for another year."
But I know we both need to grow.