Our little one is off to pre-school. To be honest, it wasn’t a hard decision to make. This girl has been cooped up in a house for the better part of a year due to the pandemic and we were hoping to put her into school for the 2020-2021 school year, pandemic or not. With COVID, we were a little concerned about which school to send her to. It obviously needed to be a place where we were comfortable and where we knew she could thrive.
Every school we looked at had great plans in place for sanitizing and staying clean and would have been fine to send her to, but we decided to send her to the nursery school at my childhood church. It is also the place where Myke and I got married and the nursery school where I attended at Olivia’s age. To say I’m emotional is an understatement.
So many things coming full circle on this day. It’s an overwhelming day for me.
Olivia is loving it! For the last few weeks, she has been walking around the house, wearing her backpack saying “ok, see you later, I’m going to school.”
When I dropped her off I could tell she was excited and nervous. She won’t know how to express that, but she’s like me. Excited for the next step but nervous about something new. She’s like most of us. She walked in, looked around and the teacher had to tell her to turn around and blow me a kiss. She did and waved goodbye. I held it together but started to lose it when I got to the car. She’s growing up.