I have been thinking about this day for a while, probably since the moment I noticed how much Arielle had grown up and how mature she became over the year since her sister was born and she started Montessori school. I was nervous, happy yet anxious and unsure I had chosen the best thing for my sweet girl but as the day approached the excitement built up and alas, Monday morning arrived and we ( me and her daddy) escorted her down to the bus for her first bus ride to school. Although she has been institutionalized ( in the nicest possible way..daycare, Montessori school etc) I have always dropped her off and picked her up ( beside a few time when my mother would get her) so it was a big step for me and for her to be so indepedent. I was sure she would cry because she was still crying at drop offs in May..but we held it together.
She had lots of friends at the bus stop and two of them would be riding the same bus as her everyday so I knew she would not feel alone. Then the bus came and she waved goodbye with a backpack that was almost as big s she is. She found a seat in the front and off she went. 
We looked at each other and jumped in the car to follow the bus...
we arrived at the school and waited..and waited and waited...I started wondering if we had missed her. But finally her bus arrived at school and she jump off smiling then she saw us and ran to us for a last hug but calmly walked to the front door of the school and went in. We wondered for the next few hours how she was doing, what she was doing and if she made it to class. We the bus arrived at the house, me, her daddy, Aneta her nanny and Evalie were all there waiting to get her and she was very happy to see us. I was relieved and when I asked her what she wanted to do to celebrate, she said she just wanted to go home. I felt good, she did great, we were all proud of her and she missed us. She is excited about school, she likes her teacher, she's making friends and its been great everyday since.
