Just got back from Middle School Orientation for my daughter. We went through this 3 years ago with our oldest son, so it was no big deal. But wait! It was a big deal. Our little girl is going into sixth grade. Talk about seeing your life flash before your eyes ... as we wandered through the hallways trying to find classrooms, another mom stopped and hugged and said hello. Her daughter and our daughter went to preschool together. PRESCHOOL. And now, they are in sixth grade. I remember dropping Natalie off at preschool. Wasn't that last year? Uh. No. Try 7 years ago, you big dope.
This time of year is big on transitions and newness, and the days sweep by in a blur. Here in our program, preseason week was filled with newness and fun and activity. Today was the first day of classes at Marist. New classes. New practice routine. New cafeteria (early reports are INCREDIBLY AWESOME).
And next week, our little girl goes to the big middle school. I'm not holding her hand as she walks up the hill to the preschool class with her Dora The Explorer backpack. I'm saying goodbye as she dives headfirst into a new world. A big girl world. Somebody stop this thing so I can step off and catch my breath.
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