Yesterday we went out to the school to meet Sophia's teachers. I didn't want the tears we endured last year...neither one of us could handle it, I don't think. She has a wonderful teacher. We hung out in her room and met the music teacher and another 5th grade teacher and when we left Sophia said, "I feel better now."
Phew.
Last night, the nerves kicked in again and she cried over being "the new girl." Ethan snoozed peacefully in his bed. We prayed. She prayed. We went over some important notes: (Just be nice to everyone. That's your goal.) And eventually, we calmed all of our nerves and went to sleep.
This morning, they were up with the birds...
We'd gone shopping for some new clothes and this is what she picked to wear:
This is what I picked for Ethan to wear...
They were both excited to get going.
I decided not to go with them to drop them off. I wasn't sure if it was my presence there last year that drew the tears out of Sophia, but I couldn't risk it. I wanted her to have a great morning... so Adam took them...
He called me as he pulled away with a full report: They did great.
Seriously, that's like, all he said.
"No tears?"
"Nope."
"They seemed happy?"
"Yep."
"Glad we had this chat."
I've been praying on and off ever since. I want this year to be an amazing year of growth for them--both academically and spiritually. I'm praying they find life friends this year. Ones who encourage and lift up...without competitiveness or any of that dumb girl drama that never seems to go away.
I'm hoping that when I go to pick them up, they're both giddy and chattering on about all the great things they got to do...
Let the school year begin...
