Name labels sewn on? Check.
Uniform ironed? Check.
Packed lunch made? Check.
PE kit ready? Check.
It's back to school for Bella today as she enters Year 1 or "proper" school, as John calls it. Last night, as I tucked her in, she asked me to stay for a few minutes. We chatted about this and that, mostly about what she would do at school the next day. I wouldn't say she was worried exactly, but she just seemed to want a little extra reassurance.
Bella settled so well into reception last year, largely because she went to nursery in that school and was familiar with the other children, the teachers and the building. I was primed for tears (hers and mine) but it soon became clear that she was fine. More than fine in fact. Each morning I was dismissed. Sometimes, when I dropped her off, I would linger in the classroom and watch her with her friends. I love watching her when she doesn't know I'm there. Then she would see me and give me a look as if to say "Why are you still here? Go away. I'm busy."
This morning she was fine. I knew she would be. After the initial flurry of hanging up coats and bags, changing outdoor shoes for indoor pumps and putting lunch boxes on the special Lunch Box Trolley I kissed her goodbye and left her. It felt ok. My beautiful, busy, chatty, growing-so-fast little girl. I love her so much.