First day of school
Today I went to my friend's daughter's first day of school. She started Pre-K and was super excited about it. I was excited too but not enough to wake up extra early to go. But my sister really wanted to go so I said sure, let's go. It was so cute, this little girl was so ready for school with her cute uniform and stockings and shoes, pigtails and all. She had her Dora book bag and her lunch pack ready. She kept telling us "I'm a big girl now, I get to go to school". I have to admit, I felt a little emotional. We've been around her since her birth so seeing her go off to school is like unreal to me.
I always said the little girl would cry when they left her at school but man, was I wrong. Her mom was the one crying, she was a trooper and tried to hold it in (failing miserably). Her father was so proud of his little one. That's his baby, the miracle child! (They had 2 miscarriages before having her). Her little sister who is only about 1 year old had the most annoyed and indifferent look on her face. She was like "why did you wake me up this early in the morning? It's not like I'm going to school. Give me my milk!"
The little girl adjusted quickly to her surroundings and started coloring with her new friends. I really wanted to stick around and color with them, kids have it so easy, but I had to be an adult and go to work. I'm glad I went, it reminded me of the many first days of school. I loved school and was always excited to go. I remember wanting to be a teacher and started thinking, why did I change my mind? I never really cared about the money (I do make a lot more then a teacher would) but still, I love teaching and seeing all those kids in the class made me think how awesome teachers are.
I always said the little girl would cry when they left her at school but man, was I wrong. Her mom was the one crying, she was a trooper and tried to hold it in (failing miserably). Her father was so proud of his little one. That's his baby, the miracle child! (They had 2 miscarriages before having her). Her little sister who is only about 1 year old had the most annoyed and indifferent look on her face. She was like "why did you wake me up this early in the morning? It's not like I'm going to school. Give me my milk!"
The little girl adjusted quickly to her surroundings and started coloring with her new friends. I really wanted to stick around and color with them, kids have it so easy, but I had to be an adult and go to work. I'm glad I went, it reminded me of the many first days of school. I loved school and was always excited to go. I remember wanting to be a teacher and started thinking, why did I change my mind? I never really cared about the money (I do make a lot more then a teacher would) but still, I love teaching and seeing all those kids in the class made me think how awesome teachers are.
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