Is there anything more poignant than watching your baby toddle off to high school for the very first time?
Where did the years go? Wasn't it only yesterday she was scampering off to preschool with her Teletubbies lunchbox swinging at her side? Also, where is her class schedule? Has anyone looked under the couch cushions? Where was it last seen? You predicted this. Not that it did any good. Why is her P.E. lock still on the table? She had time to give herself a back-to-school pedicure, but she couldn't take two minutes to make sure she had all her supplies?
Okay, so it will probably seem more poignant later. But still. It's a big day.
from the Planet Girl archives: In which Barbie and the Winx Club fairies battle for dominion over the universe and I am forced to take sides
I still remember my locker combination from freshman year. 26-38-26.
Posted by: Elizabitch | August 15, 2012 at 11:31 AM
We really were the greatest generation. My kids can't remember their locker combinations from last year. Which is no big deal, really, because we usually lose the locks over the summer anyway.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | August 15, 2012 at 11:41 AM
It IS a big day! (Watch out, I'm gonna get mushy) Enjoy every minute; these next four years will FLY faster than any of the previous ones. Ask me how I know? Because I will be driving my "baby" to drop him off at college on Friday....and he just started kindergarten yesterday (or at least, that's what it feels like)!
Posted by: Gigi | August 15, 2012 at 04:17 PM
Ack. I am right behind you. I'll be doing the same for Boy, Esq. in a year. And probably in just as organized a fashion as we managed for back-to-school today.
Stay tuned for my essay on How Not to Plan, Save or Organize for the College Years
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | August 15, 2012 at 05:37 PM