This morning was an exciting day in our house. It was the first day of 3rd grade. I felt a guilty as I got ready to go to work. I hate missing that first day of school. I enjoy getting her all dressed up and taking her picture. Her dad managed to get pictures for me, but it’s just not the same as being there.
Missing the morning means I was eager to come home and find out how her day went. I asked her to describe her day in one word. Her response, “Fantastic!” I then asked her why was it fantastic. ”Because we didn’t have math. I was worried it would be hard and so I wanted to do that later.” How’s that for an honest assessment? I even got a real answer when I asked her what she did at school today. (An assembly to meet the new principal and some reading.)
All in all, she’s happy, healthy, and in one piece. She survived the chaos. That’s the most I can hope for after one day of school.