Today was kindergarten orientation.
Olivia had some nerves . . . “will there be toys?” she asked.
“Will there be a place to play?”
“Will the teacher be nice?”
I tried to encourage and reassure her. But she is my timid little darling.
I was nervous too . . . would the teachers be nice, would the kids play with her, would she feel welcomed and embraced and celebrated for the glowing soul that she is? Of couse she was. She came skipping and jumping from the classroom, excited for the adventure that will begin in the fall. (It didn’t hurt that they gave her a t-shirt and a whole slew of school supplies – the best way to buy her happiness).
And there were legal forms to fill out, and immunization records and bus schedules, and the whole thing felt very surreal.
At the end the principal talked about taking her own children to their first day of kindergarten . . . and I cried at just the anticipation.
The image that has been with me all week is Olivia at the hospital when she was born – not those first couple hours, but later, when we had visitors, and I proudly showed my sweet girl off, unabashedly admitting that she was the most beautiful thing EVER. I remember those quiet moments when she was so small. Oh sweet girlie, feel that love that everyone had for you, forever.