Today, there is a little man on campus, and he’s mine. It’s a big day for both of us, first day of school! I had hoped to find daycare close to home, but was unsuccessful. So last friday I drove onto campus with both my kiddos in tow desperate to find a child care close to class. I only needed to find a place for my son because my little girl is starting Kindergarten this year! (oh, where did the time go) I was (thank the Lord!) triumphant. So today, at 6:45am, I got myself ready for my first day of class. Meanwhile, my husband woke up the little man and dressed him for his first day of daycare. I scooped him up, dropped him into his car seat, and we both headed to the park and ride to the U of M. One bus transfer later, and a two block walk, we arrived at his new day time digs. They received him with open arms and smiles, and I walked the 10 blocks over to my class room building. There were no tearful goodbyes. Just hugs, well wishes, and big wet kisses.
I can’t believe how different my first day this year looks from my first day last year. Today, I was ready. I did miss the first bus I wanted to catch, but it was not big deal. We had plenty of time to spare. There was no hurried rush to double-check room assignments or class times. No drama of what to do or where to go. I was a little worried about how a three-year old boy would do on a crowded hour-long commute, but everything went very well. My purpose, my confidence, and my preparedness are all on key this year. So here I sit, brand new computer in hand, waiting for the day to start. This going to be a good year, I just know it.