My Big Girl is starting first grade tomorrow.
And y’all have to excuse me because I'm ALL in my feelings. I’m feeling anticipation and anxiety, joy and jitters, excitement and exhaustion. It has been wonderful to do official back to school shopping with her, give her a cute new hairdo for her first day of first grade, and chat with her about her hopes and concerns. (She’s excited that some of her friends from daycare will be at her new school and nervous about the work.) At the same time, I feel panic because she’s moving into this big space with big kids. Hubby and I made a visit to the school last week. Though it seemed small to us, it felt too big for her.
Even though she’s over four feet tall and will likely be as tall as me by the time she’s ten, I still look at her like the sweet girl that fit snugly in our hands.
But she’s out of our hands, in a sense. We have to trust (and keep on top of) the school system that we have placed her in. We have to trust the knowledge and wisdom that we’ve instilled in her over these six short years. We have to continue to impart to her all that she needs to thrive spiritually, socially, and academically. We also have to trust God knowing that God hems her in behind and before, and God lays God’s hand upon her (Psalm 139:5).
I’m sure that just like I made it through my first daycare drop off with tear stained cheeks, I’ll get through tomorrow. I’m also sure that just as she grew and developed into the creative, compassionate, and intelligent young woman that she in during her tenure there, that she will grow by leaps and bounds at her new school. And if the past is any indication of the future, we’ll do this—aka the back to school jitters—all over again when she starts middle school.
So Dear Readers, How did you feel when your children started school? In retrospect, advice would you share with a parent experiencing the back to school jitters?