My teacher-friend reminded me that this is the first day of school where I used to work.
August went by and despite the posts I read about teachers preparing for the new year, I didn't feel a twinge of sadness because I wasn't going back.
My fifth year as an I-used-to-be-a-teacher.
Ella helped with that.
Ella and the fact that I really don't miss teaching.
Nevertheless today is the first day of school.
It should be recognized as it floats by, just another day in a long string of days feeding her oatmeal, taking her to the park, letting her nap...
Today, I can't help but think of the parents' experience on the first day of school. The anxiety, the loneliness, the pride. The I-can't-believe-she's-growing-up feeling of milestones.
Today, I am a mommy who wants her daughter to do OK. To be liked. To make friends. To be included. Today, I love and teach just one child, and she's mine.