First day of first grade

Tomorrow's the big day, and Cora's ready for it. Tonight at bedtime as I told her about my first day of first grade (Brian was shocked that I actually remember it), it struck me yet again how grown up she's getting. This afternoon I took Cora and her friend Ily to the pool, and listened to them chatting away in the back seat about boyfriends and kissy games. I suppose I should be glad they weren't talking about eggrolls. I casually said that they were still a little young to be getting into all this kissy stuff, and Ily agreed, saying they should probably wait until they were thirteen, when they could get married. I almost swallowed my gum! When I reminded them that only grown-ups get married, Cora said, "OK, when I'm a grown-up I'll marry my boyfriend Ben Firestone." So much for Mommy's two cents.

But let me reel in my fast-forwarding Mommy brain -- back to the here and now, in which Cora is not getting married, but simply heading off to first grade. Brian and I are so grateful that she'll be back at Abintra this year, her first in Lower Elementary. She'll have an enclosed wooded area as her playground, a teacher who will speak mostly Spanish with the kids, and, best of all in her mind, this will be the first year she'll have field trips. Getting to sit with friends on the magical Abintra mini school bus, leaving the confines of campus for the wider world, getting that much farther away from mom and dad -- what could be finer?

Woah, Mommy, rein it in again. For now, she's still my little girl, asleep in her top bunk with a teddy bear tucked under her arm, dreaming a six-year-old's dreams and resting up for her big day tomorrow. Right where she's supposed to be.