first day ‘08
I finally got around to downloading photos form my camera today and found some really great shots – many of which I had intended to include in a post. However, we all know that good intentions are nice but don’t really amount to anything and the proof of that is the lack of writing that has been going on around here.
Here are my kids on the first day of school. Let’s all take a moment to recognize how close to being as tall or taller than his older sister the boy is getting to be…He appreciates it. Second, let’s all look at my little monkey because he’s getting big too. Although, he does not believe that he will ever be taller than any of us. Let’s notice his hair because even though it hangs in front of his face all day long and drives me crazy, I let him keep it that way. He loves it and is very proud of his style. He says thanks for noticing too.
And now, even though she won’t appreciate the attention as much as the other two (well, she will but just won’t admit it) let’s all look at my beautiful girl in the middle for she is the subject of this post. This picture was taken when we dropped her off for her first day of HIGH SCHOOL! Y’all, I still get teary eyed looking at this photo.
Right after this picture was taken, she gave us all a hug goodbye, I told her I loved her, reminded her how excited I was for her and wished her a good day. She then took out her school ID, presented it to the man at the gate and walked towards her first class of the day. I attempted to walk away but my feet didn’t quite want to move and I kept pausing to look over my shoulder. I watched her until she disappeared around a corner. I grabbed my sweetie’s hand, took a few steps and asked “She’s going to be okay…right…?”
And that is when I started to cry. I cried like I did the day I dropped her off for her first day of Kindergarten and for many of the same reasons. I cried a lot through out the day. It was really emotional for me – still is. There was a some sadness in there about how fast she is growing up and some nervousness about how her day would go and some fear about her entering such a large school with a large student population. More than anything though, I was immensely proud of her.
That was my daughter walking away from me, confident, head held high, totally prepared for her day and although a bit nervous, excited and about starting high school. That was my daughter who was only 3 lbs 1 oz at birth. That was my daughter who the doctors warned me may never see, hear, grow, breathe, walk or understand like the other kids her age. That was my daughter who proved them wrong in every way. That was my daughter who for the last 14 years has amazed me and impressed me with her talents, smarts and view of the world. That was my daughter who has a great head on her shoulders. That was my daughter who was going to be just fine and I knew it.
(p.s. When she came home that day, I asked her how it went. She said “FABulous and meant it!)
Great picture. Your daughter looks and sounds like she really has it together — you should definitely be proud!
And, now that you mention it, I remember when my younger brothers grew taller than me. It was kind of a sad day, but I guess I got over it.