Today was the last full day of school. In the time honored tradition, Hanan’s kindergarten class walked together to the park behind the public library to play and have lunch. It was such a great day! The weather cooled off, there was a nice breeze. The kids had fun. They each got a matted class picture. They all signed their names and phone numbers on them.
Bria was a hit. I thought I would have to pull a couple of the kids out of the stroller. They were practically climbing in on top of her. Of course Hanan loved showing off her baby sister. They both loved the swings. Hanan was screaming at Bria. Bria couldn’t stop giggling. I don’t know if it was how high she was going or Hanan doing her best to make her laugh.
My heart broke for Hanan a little bit today. We knew it might be coming. Elle’s dad told us that Elle would be going to the school near her house. It was going to work out better for their family. Elle is bussed into our school because of her daycare situation. Elle and Hanan have been so close all year. They stick up for each other when the other girls are catty. I know they have each other’s backs. They are two peas in a pod and I hate the idea of Hanan starting to school all day without Elle by her side. I know Hanan will survive. We’re a military family for goodness sake. We are used to people moving on, coming in and out of our lives. That doesn’t make it hurt any less, especially when it happens to your kid.
Anyway, such a great day was tempered with a little disappointing news. Such is life. You can’t really see. In that last picture, Hanan and Elle were walking back to the school holding hands. I drove by them on my way to pick Hanan up and volunteer. It was all I could do not to tear up. I think I’ll go have a good cry now. Why did it take me 35 years to turn into such a girl?