Another major life moment

In addition to all that “moving to Ontario soon” drama outlined below, there’s a whole other life milestone that got passed today: my daughter went to school for the first time.

We got up a little early this morning and had a pancake breakfast, and then we all went down to where Sarah would meet her school bus.

She got her self ready to go, zipping on her sweater, and slinging her backpack over her shoulders:

Then we waited for the bus, and Sarah got on and headed out. She had no trepidation or nervousness, and was just excited and interested.

After we put Sarah on the bus, Trish and I went over to the school, in order to make sure Sarah got into her class with no problems. So I was able to see her get off the bus, and capture this one moment of lip-biting, possibly some minor trepidation, as she stepped off. She basically ignored Trish and I and made her way into the school at speed–she didn’t need parental attention, she wanted to get this school thing rolling.

As soon as she got to her classroom, she made a beeline to the table where the books were, and started to read them. Again, completely uninterested in her parents, and ready to get on with the whole school thing.

So we contentedly left her there and went on with our day.

We both also went to meet her when the bus dropped her off this afternoon (after today I’m sure only one of us will go). When we asked her about her day, she gave us a big smile and said “There’s one thing I have to tell you: it was a lot of fun!”.

I wonder how old you are before that impression changes? And when it changes back? (I think I enjoyed school until around Grade 7, liked it again in the last year of high school and all through university, but I wonder how it works for other people).