Chad had the day off of work just for the occasion. We drove to the school and both of us walked her into her classroom.
We dropped off her inhaler with the school nurse in the front office and then she lead us to her class. If she was nervous at this point, she sure didn't let us know.
Once inside the room, her first responsibility is to check in with her parapro, turn in her folder, place her lunch or money with the parapro, hang up her book bag, and then find her seat for her morning work. She did all of this with little hesitation.
Once she found her seat, she seemed right at home. She grabbed some crayons and set right to work.
My beautiful girl kissed us bye and we walked out. That was it. No tears. No hesitations. No long faces. Nothing. This made me so proud and so sad at the same time. I was proud that my girl has so much self confidence that she handled everything with such grace. I was also so sad that I no longer had a "baby girl" who wanted deeply for her mother to be by her side. Resigning myself to the fact that "this is how it should be," I headed home with Chad to spend the morning wondering what she was doing and being ready to go get her every hour until I actually could!
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