She has been listening to the stories from her older siblings of what Kindergarten is like. She has heard about the teachers and the space she will spend her school days in. She has heard about hot lunch and recess. She has seen these spaces when she accompanies us on visits to school, she had met the teachers before this big day once again as the tag a long on every outing to school. She was confident and matter of fact as we drove to the school.
"Will my friends be there?"
"Of course" I answered.
We stood in line to hand in her registration paperwork, the proof she is who we say she is conveyed in a couple of documents, and yet they hardly convey who she truly is. The immunization record that shows she is safe from spreading disease although I wonder at the trust in a simple paper, I imagine she is immune to much simply having grown up around so many siblings and having a daycare in her home she has simply been exposed to so many germs and bugs her defense system must be solid and secure at this point in her life.
She tugs on my arm and when I glance down to look at her she asks quietly
"where are my friends?" a bit or worry in her eyes.
"from school?" I wonder.
"yes" she answers
"I'm sure they will be here, but next year there will be a lot more kids in your class" I reminded her. "all these kids?" she wondered as she slipped her hand in mine.
She watched now curious and a bit concerned I don't suppose she had imagined so many. As we moved to the next line she stayed near me, watching. Soon she saw someone she knew and then another and that concern was soon replaced with excitement and curiosity.
She walked down the hallway saying hello to those she knew comfortable in this space, she's been here before or has heard a sibling share a story about this place. This is one of the gifts of being the youngest and having the wisdom of older siblings shared with you. Unlike the first born child who held my hand, slightly overwhelmed, a bit afraid. That firstborn echoed her mom's fears and worries it was the first time for both of us, this entrance into Kindergarten. Of course we survived and the first time became a memory, and with each child that followed there came a confidence a trust in this now familiar routine. I smiled as Reyna told them her name and put on her nametag. I could picture an identical nametag tucked into 7 other kids scrapbooks there is a sense of comfort that comes with a familiar, expected moment. We explored the first room where she made a fish out of paper plates (yet another familiar time repeated activity) and moved onto another room that promised a snack. She ate her goldfish crackers and drank her apple juice looking around the room. When she realized this was Pedro's classroom she grinned and said "wait until I tell Pedro I ate snack in his classroom" As we walked down the hallway on our way to the van she said "I can't wait until I come here every day!" She is ready for this next journey, she is confident and curious and ready to discover and learn.
In all likelihood she will be the last to go to Kindergarten roundup from our family. Of course there was a time in the past I thought that very same thing, when I accompanied Cassandra to Kindergarten Roundup I fully believed it was my last time, life of course showed me in a truly unexpected and beautiful way that we weren't done yet. But this time as I paused while she looked one more time at a display I acknowledged and honored that bit of sadness and empty spot created inside me that this was truly the last time. Knowing that today I came to the end of this particular journey, comforted by the knowledge that what is to come is going to be beautiful and wonderful and so uniquely reflective of the child standing beside me. She was going to make her story, her journey through school a wonderful and exciting adventure just as all her siblings before her had done.
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