The first day of school went off without a hitch. We set our alarm for the familiar time of morning and jumped right back into the routine of school day. Personally, I was amazed that summer didn’t take more of a toll on us.
The schedule is familiar but not everything is the same this time around. We are another year older and wiser, and our family welcomed a new addition to our household. Time is a little more crunched, but I have vowed to make the best use of it as possible. I set my alarm for 45 minutes earlier than my daughters so I could get a workout in. I started my Monday off with a bang blasting through a full body workout, panting and wondering if I was going to vomit for about 10 minutes, and then my next alarm went off reminding me to get started on my daughters breakfast.
Breakfast was waiting for my daughter when she came down the stairs and she chowed down her organic version of cocoa puffs, I got to work on making egg and cheese sandwiches for my wife and I. I woofed mine down and left one for her in the microwave for when she got up after another presumably exhausting night with a newborn.
The car ride to school was familiar, and a time I really cherish with my daughter. It takes about 20 to 25 minutes to get to her school and we spend that time laughing and playing music loud. She asked me for some advice on boys on the way there and I reminded her to keep her mind on her schoolwork, and let the boys be secondary.
When we got to her school she eagerly jumped out of the car to find her friends. I was stoked to see her so excited to be in school. This is a reminder and also a glimmer of hope for new parents; it gets easier for the both of you.
I remember the day I dropped my daughter off to pre-k. Tears welling up in my eyes as my big girl walked down the hallway to her classroom. The tale was still the same in kindergarten as I watched her walk down the halls finding friends from her class and into her classroom. First grade wasn’t too much different for dad as I said goodbye on the first day, and second grade brought her to a new school which was another huge chapter all together. I didn’t cry necessarily, but it was a little bit dusty in the parking lot. It’s amazing to watch your kids grow up and heartbreaking at the same time.
Today is my daughter started third grade, it’s the most independent she’s been yet. I wouldn’t tear up this year, I thought.
I made sure not to embarrass her and told her to have a good day from the car and as she opened the door, she paused and she leaped forward from the backseat, gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
She proudly walked to her classroom and as she met up with her friends, I felt a little piece of my heart having to let go. A little at a time we have to let go of our children and let them spread their wings. A part of me wanted to walk her to her classroom, holding hands like we used to do but that’s just not something that happens anymore. She’s growing up.
I thought for sure this year on the first day of school I wouldn’t cry. I guess there’s always next year.