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August 1st, 2018. First day of kindergarten for Boy, first day of 3rd grade for Girl. Bonus surprised grown-up in the background. Why didn’t I use a different photo? Three guesses. The camera didn’t work? No. A stray Great Dane photo-bombed the photos? No. Boy? Yes. In the previous three shots, Boy had his tongue stuck out. Oh, well.

Now we’re into the second six weeks, and so far, school is a win for both kids: Girl said that she pays attention in class this year because she is learning new things (in opposition to last year, when she was largely not learning new things), and Boy is nearly always the first to get in the truck to go to school and is always excited to go. He’s learning things like the green song, the pink song, the orange song, the blue song, the yellow song (do you sense a trend? There are more, but you get the picture!), and how to sky write (which is writing numbers and letters in the air with your pointer finger).

Today I ate lunch with him at school, and when he looked up and saw me (he didn’t know I was coming), he radiated happiness. It spilled over and seeped into me, and there was so much happiness that the whole school should have been singing.

I still feel the joy.

And even this far into the school year, so do they. They’re in this school thing together, and I’m glad.

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Girl doesn’t look so different from one to the other, does she? She smiles, she has sparkly eyes, her hair’s a little messy. They’re only taken about fourteen hours apart.

There’s a big difference, though, that’s not so clear to the naked eye: in the first, she’s still my preschooler, the home-with-me-93-to-100%-of-the-time-most-weeks girl. In the second, she’s the home-with-me-only-79%-of-the-time-most-weeks girl. She’s a kindergartener who just completed her first day of elementary school (wearing the dress of her choice).

Yesterday, Girl began kindergarten.

It was only for thirty minutes at most, but it was her first day nonetheless, and I got to be nearby in the hallway the entire time.

I don’t think I’ll get to spend all of her school days in such close proximity. After August, we’re not even supposed to walk her to her classroom.

She’s excited, but I feel less certain, walking on this precipice dividing her previous life at home and her soon-to-be life at school. I can see the appeal of homeschooling: you set the sorts of freedoms and controls that fit your needs and beliefs. You shield, you expose. You work to maintain the joy that “10:00 – 10:30: Phonics” every day may not be able to.

My heart is so full that there’s not much more to say – and yet look at what she says in each photo without any words. Hello, I see you, I greet you; hello, I see you, this heart is for you.

I love you, schoolgirl.