End of the Year

I didn't realize this until just recently, but I measure my year September to June.

I guess it's a result of growing up in a house where my parents worked in education.

Or maybe I am eternally wanting a summer off.

But here it is. June.

Today was the last day of school.

My Baby Girl has "graduated" from Kindergarten.

I was not at all sad to watch her go to Kindergarten. I knew she was ready. She was nearly 6, has been to Preschool and PreK and could already read. Plus, I had a newborn and I thought...yippee! a break!

Today I surprised myself by crying after I put her on the bus this morning. It's over. That first year when school is still awesome and full of rest time and crafts and games and innocence.

I am more proud of her than I can even put into words.

And I am even more proud of us. We made it through this year. A year of adapting to being a family of four. A year of learning how to get everyone to bed on time and get up on time and pack a lunch and get out the door and only miss the bus once.

A year where I decided it would be a good idea to have a baby, be Head Room Mother, President of our Newcomers club and start a blog.

Maybe we all graduated from Kindergarten.

Now, let's take a break!