You are right. I had a First Grader, a kindergartener (you), a three year old and a two year old. Miriam was born when you went into first grade, Gideon when you were in the third and Naomi when you were halfway through fifth. Other mothers were still my age. When I took Isaac to kindergarten, the other mothers could have been my daughters! Next Monday, I have only high schoolers (seminarians!).
What I remember was that rush of terror and thrill I had felt the year before was no less acute with you. Each one of my precious ones walked out of my loving arms and into the world--and did so very well despite the high seas. I felt like each of you was my first and last. I kind of felt like that about your births. But the potty training will get no nestalgic ode. Some parts of parenting deserve abject loathing.
Good luck kindergarter! Have a happy year both of you girls. See you in a few weeks.
Love, Mom, Grama
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