Kindergarten

A highlight of our life lately has been Becca's transition to being in kindergarten. The Saturday before school started our family went on the traditional school shopping trip, purchasing new uniform outfits and the requisite items on the supply list.

The day before school started we carefully packed her backpack with all of the supplies that she would need to deliver to her teacher the next day.

After lunch on Tuesday, August 12, I drove Becca to school. We arrived early and Becca sat watching the clock waiting for "1-2-1-5" to appear so that she could go into school. Much to her disappointment the teacher didn't appear until "1-2-2-0". She eagerly jumped out of the van and lined up with the rest of her class to go to kindergarten for the very first time.

At "1-2-2-1" I pulled away from the curb at the school and started to cry. My baby - my long awaited, miraculous, angel baby - was starting a new chapter of her life. At "1-2-2-2" I called her daddy to tell him what a big girl she was and to share my joy with the one person who loves her as completely as I do.

At "3-2-0" I walked to the bus stop. When I was still a few houses down from the bus stop the bus arrived. Becca appeared and broke into the fastest run I'd ever seen her run, squealing "mommy" the whole way. When she reached me she threw her arms around me and my heart swelled with love for her and with appreciation that, although she has grown so much so fast, I am still her safety net, the one she runs to with delight.