Chasing the school bus
Tomorrow is the first day of school for my oldest Julia. She will be entering 1st grade. I can’t believe she is 6.5 already. I can’t remember life without her though. It’s funny because she is all I have ever wanted. From as long as I can remember I had wanted a baby. I couldn’t wait to get married, buy a house, and have a baby of my own. I never really babysat as a teenager or anything but I was confident I would make a good mom. I suppose I did an alright job as she has made it to first grade.
Sometimes I feel bad for Julia. I know what it’s like being the oldest. Somedays it was great- especially when I got to do something before anyone else did! and some days it was awful- being expected to do good because you are older and you know better. But Julia has taken it all in stride. She loves helping out with Jason and tattling on her little sisters. She loves trying to make her own toast. She loves attempting to make everything in life fair.
In many ways Julia was also our “experiment”. We didn’t know how we were going to raise our child so when things came up like walking, talking, sleeping, or eating, we tried out what we thought was the best way of doing it. Then when we realized it didn’t work we had to tweak our ideas and hope something followed through. Julia was never a cranky baby and she grew up to be a very inquisitive toddler and then a mature first grader. With her sisters and her brother, life was a lot smoother because we figured it out by the time they came around!
So tomorrow I send my baby to first grade. Of course I’ll pretend not to cry and I’ll try to steal a hug before the bus gets there. I’ll try to remember how much fun she’ll have at school and how much she’ll learn but I know as much drama we had over the summer I know that I’m going to miss her.
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