Day One

As it turns out, our morning had as much drama as a weekend nap. Our daughter woke up easily at 6:45, though she started the day with a quip: "Oh, I didn't know I was going to have to wake up this early." Pancakes were eaten, the new outfit was tried on, and pictures were snapped. The only danger of our running late for class came because we took so many photographs and shot so much video.

Campus was buzzing when we arrived at 7:55, and when we came through the front door, a cheerful woman greeted us and asked the kiddo what grade she was in. She politely replied, "Um, I'm not in a grade. Today is my first day of kindergarten." We made our way to our room, where most of the other kids were already at their desks, quietly coloring. Yes, I said quietly. The room was absolutely calm, and the students seemed perfectly content. Only the parents, still snapping photographs from the hallway, were teary-eyed, including the wonderful Public School Mom.

So how did I do? Steady as can be with eyes as dry as paper, but that's only because I'm still in stage one: denial.