Will I ever not have a lump in my throat on the first day of school?

This year she got to go upstairs for Pre-K, instead of downstairs to the cozy nursery classroom.

This year she goes five mornings per week instead of three.

This year she chose her “first day of school” outfit and shunned my choice.

This year she insisted on wearing her “beautiful pink” backpack instead of her red “Church in the Gardens” one.

This year she ran to be first in line to enter her new classroom, as if she had been attending school for years.

Then she fluttered off without so much as a “goodbye mama.”

And she came out with a big smile and a sticker on her dress.

My big preschooler.


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