And She’s Off

My first baby started kindergarten last week.

I was (am) so excited for her. I was a big school nerd, all the way from kindergarten to high school. I loved school. I remember the feeling of those nervous butterflies in my stomach on the first day of every year. Sitting in the big gym, waiting to be called up to the front with the rest of your class, and finding out who your teacher was. I loved it all.

She was looking forward to it all summer long, and it hasn’t disappointed. They do things a bit differently these days, so we already knew who her teacher would be, and we had met her a few times last year. We also knew that she had some friends in her class.

She is happy going into the classroom in the morning, and she excitedly runs to me every afternoon when I pick her up.

She told me a few days ago… “I love eating at school Mom, everything just tastes so much better.”

She was over the moon to be matched up with the ‘big buddy’ that she had her eye on from day one. “The girl with the pony tail and glasses. I want her, Mom.”

This morning I volunteered in her classroom as the parent helper (and how lucky am I, to have this opportunity. Thank you Grandma for babysitting the little one!). It just so happened that today she was her teacher’s special helper. Well, by default. A little boy was supposed to do it, and they start standing up at the calendar, while leading the way. However, he broke down in tears from the nerves of it all, so Makenna took over as she was next on the list. She stood up there with her pointer and was a little rock star. She also got to choose a classmate to sit in one of the two special chairs with her. She chose a little girl that she doesn’t know.

I watched them (mostly her) outside during recess. Watched as she swung high and pumped her legs easily. Watched as she ran around, chasing and being chased by other kids. Watched as she piled on the ‘merry go round’ with dozens of other kids. Watched as she sat in the gravel and looked for treasures with friends.

I left while they were still playing outside. It took me a few minutes to track her down. She whizzed by me running after somebody and barely threw a goodbye back at me before she had run to the other side of the playground.

My mom heart swells knowing these are her first steps in a lifelong journey of education and growth.

She’s totally got this.


About Tammy

I am a single mother to 2 wonderful children, ages 1 and 5. My youngest was surprisingly born with a rare genetic condition, achondroplasia, which is a type of dwarfism. This blog is a glimpse into my crazy life as I wade through figuring out dwarfism and divorce while enjoying every second of my deficient domestic bliss.
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