Five more, just five more minutes.

Last week I waited to hear how my little granddaughter liked her kindergarten experience.  Her first day brought back memories of her mother at age 5, of waiting for the bus on her first day and being so very excited, and me, so reluctant to let her go.  I know this little girl will bloom in school, she is smart and confident, like her mom.  She was not nervous, just excited, and walked in to the school from her mom’s car, one glance over her shoulder, approached by the principal and invited to walk in with her out of the line-up of other kindergarteners.  Holding hands with the principal, our girl marched in to her school career.  Not a bad start.

We know, of course, that school changes everything.  Now we have to be more deliberate about visits, weekends, vacations and holidays.  We lose some of the freedom we had to “face-time” before bedtime as bedtime comes earlier, without the carefree “five-more minutes”.  Now it will be “not on a school night” and waiting, waiting for spring break, or fall break, or the seems-like-light-years-away, summer vacation.

Yes, things are changing, and it’s difficult to let some things go, but, oh, the places she will go, the lessons, the learning, the fun of being in school.  Special thoughts today for all the adults who will cross paths with my little granddaughter ~ she is kind, she is joyful and she is confident, a great foundation on which much can be built.  I envy the hours you will get with her as I wait for just five more minutes. waitwawawait for just five more minutes  as  grrgrowngrooldHold