Emma started Junior High this morning.
The whole process is very intimidating when you've never done it before. There has been so much prep. work, dating back months. We had to pick classes while she was still in 6th grade. We've been working on getting her registered, getting her fees paid (did you know that you have to pay to go to PUBLIC school in Utah? What a bunch of BS.) getting her vaccinated, getting all the supplies, getting teeth pulled etc. There has been so much anticipation, so many nerves, so many trips to the Junior High (approximately 8-10 in the last week alone), so much shopping, so much stressing, so much.....waiting, all for today.
She was up and eating before 7:00 am. School starts at 8:15 and she showered last night. I think, no I know, she was anxious.
Today is a special day, it is called seventh grade day. Only the 7th graders go to school today. They do this so they can get a feel for how it all works without being intimidated by the 8th and 9th graders. I love this! As a mom it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Everyone is in the same boat.
(She gets to wear flip-flops to school. She's thrilled. She also shaved her legs, all by herself last night for the very first time.)
The rest of the district starts school tomorrow. That will be Andrew's first day but then Emma gets the day off. Only the 8th and 9th grade kids go to school tomorrow. We are going to take Andrew out to lunch today and Emma out tomorrow. It will be fun to have one on one time with them. I love my kids.
Emma is a special girl and it is my prayer that people will get to know her and love her for who she is. Kids are so judgmental. I hope and pray she is spared of any hate and/or hurtful words. Mean girls (and boys) suck and I hope she can avoid them. If anyone hurts my baby I will go and kick them in the shin. I worry for her. She is blissfully unaware of how horrid kids can be. I hope it stays that way.
(We HATE this pose so she does it, a lot, just to bug us.)
(She thought she was pretty funny doing the fish face pose. At least I got a real smile out of her.)
Sorry I'm rambling. There is just a lot going through my head right now. I know she will be safe, I know she will be healthy, I know she will do well academically. I will just feel better when she gets in the car this afternoon and tells says "It was so fun! I love it mom." And I bet $100 that she does. She always finds the positive in these types of situations. I hope that never changes.
Yes I'm crying.