Leading up to her first day, Fiona was worried, in perfect Fiona form. She wouldn't say anything in particular about her worries -- "Don't ask me questions, I'm just scared." -- but worry seems like a pretty natural reaction to the beginning of New. Some kids thrill to it; Fiona balks. She's my child, after all. And with having been in Maine all last week (more on that later), it kind of snuck up on us. But over Labor Day weekend, we did our best to compensate. Brian took the kids to the New School playground on Saturday. Sunday, we looked through her wardrobe for a First Day Dress (which she switched out on game day for something more casual). Monday, all four of us shopped for Fiona's new nap pad aka yoga mat and snacks/school lunches.
And then it was Tuesday. Go time.
It's going fine. Each day, she's come home with a story about a new friend: Rebecca, who is still 4 but taller than Fiona; and another girl whose name she didn't know but is already 5 and shorter than Fiona. One boy asked her if she was a boy (oh, brother). Yesterday, they had gym class and they played a beanbag game Fiona liked. Today she'll have a play date after school with a pal from her old school. And the world keeps turning.