Kindergarten Eve
Relia starts kindergarten tomorrow. It's hard for me to believe that she can possibly be old enough for that to be true, but it apparently is. She's excited and a little scared. Both are very understandable.
I'm trying to think back to my own first day of school and I can't quite get there. I remember wishing I could have started a year earlier, like the neighbor girl did, but I don't remember many of the details. No doubt there is a picture of that first day. (And yes, I'll make certain to get a picture tomorrow morning!)
I'm very certain that she is ready. She is out-going and brave. She's sharp as a tack. Her teacher will love her and I've never in my whole life seen someone who is better at making friends. (Seriously, why don't we let four and five year olds give seminars to adults on how to make friends?)
Anyway, I wish you great luck, sweetheart!
I'm trying to think back to my own first day of school and I can't quite get there. I remember wishing I could have started a year earlier, like the neighbor girl did, but I don't remember many of the details. No doubt there is a picture of that first day. (And yes, I'll make certain to get a picture tomorrow morning!)
I'm very certain that she is ready. She is out-going and brave. She's sharp as a tack. Her teacher will love her and I've never in my whole life seen someone who is better at making friends. (Seriously, why don't we let four and five year olds give seminars to adults on how to make friends?)
Anyway, I wish you great luck, sweetheart!
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