This past week our kiddo went back to school and while she entered into sixth grade, it felt like a bigger deal to me than ever. I really didn’t think I would be affected by it, emotionally. Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it prior that day, I mean of course I would add a sad face emoji when someone asked what grade she was entering this school year or I would make a sad face in person. BUT we’ve been down this road, she has entered a new school year for the past few years EVERY August. A new school year equals us being broke because of new clothes, shoes and of course new school supplies to shove in the brand new backpack.
The big day came, she was up early and came out of her room dressed in her new favorite dress and boots. “Wow, okay, we are starting this year off on a good start!” I thought to myself. I made her breakfast, did her hair to her liking and reminded her to brush her teeth. She insisted she wanted me to walk her to the office, so this meant I had to get dressed and look put together, no big deal, I can do this. I can make it look like I actually sleep at night and somewhat normal.
When we arrive to her school, a bit earlier than I figured we would, I parked the car got out and walked her. She saw a few friends, waved hi and kept walking with me. I said, “Okay, do you want me to walk you to the classroom or are you too old for that?” She replied “Here is good, but I’m going to go to the playground to catch up with my friend.” With a kiss and a hug, I said “Have a great first day!” and she walked away to her friend. I waved to a few teachers and staff members I saw out and about and got back into my car.
I called my mom on my way out of the parking lot and she asked me “Did you cry?” The timing was perfect because I was tearing up as I was passing the school. I couldn’t believe it. How did I get so emotional? Oh maybe, it is the pregnancy hormones. Let’s blame that for a quick moment… But I knew it wasn’t just the increase of hormones. It was the fact my baby, my SJ, has entered her last school year in elementary school. This is is the last year she will be in “baby school”. This is a big deal to me. She is my baby, she has been my one and only for the past 11 years, how can I NOT get emotional over this big step?! So I teared up and drove home to wait for the time to come to pick her up.
Needless to say, the first day of sixth grade was a blast for her, she saw lots of friends from the previous year and she LOVES her teacher. I’m excited for her to complete elementary school but you can bet your ass I will be crying like an upset baby when she get’s promoted to seventh grade and starts middle school next year.