Today was my Fierce Girl’s first day of preschool. She was excited to see her friends and her much-beloved teacher; to stay for lunch and to play even longer than last year. She smiled for the requisite first day pictures and picked a shape on the colorful carpet. But as I turned to leave she called me over and asked for a big hug. And she got it.
It’s her first day, but it’s also mine. As the kids’ school year starts, mine does too. I am going back to school. I’m taking a class on the social and emotional development of gifted kids. I’m also working for my son’s school district as the GATE (gifted and talented education) parent liaison for our six elementary schools. It’s part time and flexible. Honestly, it doesn’t pay very well. But it’s all mine.
My Fierce Girl and Her Big Brother have been in school for about four hours so far. I’ve run some errands, gotten some exercise, did a homework assignment, and I’m about to start researching some projects for our GATE program. And when they come home I’ll sit with them and hear about how the day went. I can’t wait.