Okay so the last two chapter books Bekah and I have read together (which reminds me I haven't done a book post in a while...what have I read lately anyway?) took place in New Orleans--Goodnight for Ghosts (Magic Tree House series) and The Zombie Zone (A to Z Mysteries Series). Although, the titles sound scary and gruesome, the books are more interesting than you might think. I probably wouldn't have picked them, but they are the last in each series so far and we had to know how it continues. Anyway, the first one depicted Louis Armstrong as a teenager finding his way to making music his career and each chapter title was the name of a song he wrote...and also happened to have the word "blues" in it. So on this day of first grade starting, I guess I have "blues" on my mind.
I sure have a lot of catching up to do (we recently got back from Oregon for my sister's wedding), but I couldn't let this morning go without writing about how proud I am of Bekah. I do have to admit I have been looking forward to this day all summer...the day when during James naps I just might be able to help on the house or get on top of laundry and dishes regularly. And I didn't think I'd feel the tears come because I was so looking forward to this. But I am a little teary-eyed. Bekah's only six and already I'm starting to become the uncool mom. I never thought it would start this early, but then again Bekah acts more like a nine-year-old so we might be on the fast track anyway. More than likely this is the last day she'll allow me to walk her to school, and she almost didn't allow that. But I'm still very proud of you, Bekah. You have grown so much and are such a beautiful girl. I love you SOOOOOOO much!
Mrs. Kallaus, Bekah's teacher last year, said this is the first time in her eight years teaching at West that it's rained on the first day. Kind of a yucky day. So instead of meeting teachers on the playground all the children lined up in the gym. First it was, "Mom, don't take a picture on the porch...wait til we get to school." Then once we were entering the gym, "Mom...this is embarrassing," (under her breath while I'm trying to take a picture). Then I watched as you met up with Mrs. Golbeck (student teacher for the term) and Mrs. Glass (your new teacher) and then filed out into the hallway to start your first day of first grade. Today is only a half-day, so you'll be home for lunch. Unfortunately I have to work this afternoon so I won't see you until just before dinner. So, Bekah, or should I say Rebekah since you've decided that's what you'd like to go by at school now, I will miss you and I love you forever. Have a wonderful time on your first day. Yes, you have been talking for weeks about how sad you are that we won't be able to play during the day anymore, but soon you'll probably forget that you even used to want to as your life becomes full of recess and school lunches and math, science, reading, writing, art, music, library...you will love school. I just hope you don't forget that I love you too and will try harder to make time to play with you in whatever time you can make for me in what over the next twelve years or so is an ever increasing decrease in needing your mom...or at least you admitting that you need me.
(Side note: I didn't plan this but as I'm pulling up the pictures I immediately thought of my first day of school picture...kind of spooky how life repeats itself without even trying.)
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