Nearly two years ago, my Big Girl started school - her first day of school was a big day for all of us. I remember feeling nervous, proud, happy, sad and a whole bouquet of other emotions. To be completely honest, it took a while to adjust to everything - like a year or so. She was quite young when she started (2.5 yrs) and the days were long (though we started with half days and gradually increased her stay over time). And she "missed her mommy" a.lot. So many tears were shed over this intense missing of mommy - - but she eventually adjusted and grew to love school and her friends, teachers, and learning too. I used to dream of the day when she'd be happy to go to school; running, skipping and jumping her way into the classroom; smiling and comfortable and confident. I definitely got that wish because over the last year or so, she walks in there like she owns the place. The below pic is Big Girl sitting at the Director's desk acting all in charge of everything #AsIsHerWont
But going back to those early days - she was a brave soul, going off to school and figuring out how everything worked - that is exhausting! But after seeing her on her last day yesterday, I'd say she more than NAILED it!
Here's a few first day/last day pics for comparison -
The "backpack"pic - just holding her bag and posing. And the "jump and shout hooray" pic below.
The "what I do when I enter the classroom" pic -
And the "what I do when I'm all signed in" (basically act like the teacher vs timidly checking out the scene)
After drop off, I headed to the track. The workout for the day was a ladder - 1200, 1000, 800, 800, 600, 400. With a couple minutes rest between. I wanted to kick things up a bit with faster times, but I just didn't have the speed. I certainly pushed myself, but my times were a bit disappointing. Here's the results:
In any case, she's come a long way! All the things you'd want your child to be when they leave a school - that's what she is. I thought I'd be a wreck yesterday on her last day, but the truth is, I was happy. Thrilled. And so, so proud. It was such a surprise to feel that way, since the anticipation of her last day was overwhelming. But the morning started out fab with her over the moon - perhaps relieved to be moving on, or just proud of herself too. I took this on our way to school.
1200 - 5:27 (~7:20pace)
1000 - 4:32 (~7:20 pace)
800 - 3:35 (~7:15 pace)
800- 3:38 (~7:20 pace)
600 - 2:40 (~7:10 pace)
400 - 1:38 (~6:40 pace)
I don't know what else to say about this, because I was pretty winded and beat after each repeat. I went out hard and just sunk at the end. It was all I could do to keep the legs churning. But my thoughts weren't really on Big Girl and how her day was going - like they were on that first day of school run. I mostly thought about how the hell I might maintain such an exhausting pace for three consecutive miles on race day, which is September 13. #notlookinglikely
But time will tell. Just like it did over the past two years for my Big Girl - she rocked the school thing in style (literally and metaphorically), and just like I did for my Co-worker in New York, I wrote and sang her a song at pickup. It's not so hard when your audience is a bunch of 3 and 4 year olds; they don't judge too harshly ;)) Big Girl loved it though and that's all what matters. And then we ended the day with a blow out celebration at our friend's house - with homemade pizza, cupcakes, and some bubbly and rosé (for those of age). The girls and a blast together and the grownups enjoyed our drinks and conversation. win/win.
In sum, I'm terrifically proud of my Big Girl!! And now we get to enjoy a few weeks of downtime until she starts preK at her new big kid school. So bring on the end of summer.