This morning as I dropped Lucille off at preschool I stopped in the hallway to refill her water bottle. I have to admit I felt pretty smug not because I had convinced someone to give me a million dollars or because I was neatly, crisply dressed. I was smug because Iremembered the water bottle. And the snowpants. All in one day.
I know. It was as amazing as it sounds.
As I put her relatively clean (it had been in the car all night) water bottle on the shelf with all of the other water bottles that other mothers had remembered, I thought I’ve done it. I’ve finally come prepared for preschool. It’s only taken four years.
Lucille is in her last year of preschool, a sweet, idyllic place where her sister went for two years before her. In a few short months we will all graduate from this place where even the adults address each other as friend. I’m a little stunned at how fast those four years went, at how much has changed in that time and at how big, oh how big, my babies have grown. <Read more.>