Riley woke me up at 7:00 a.m. "It's time for school!"
"Not just yet, baby," I replied, "Let's snuggle for a little bit."
So we did. At 7:30 we got up and I fixed Riley a bowl of Trix. As she ate, she complained of being sleepy.
"We'll get a bath; that will wake you up."
So, Riley got a bath and then she got dressed. She's wearing a Chococat glitter tee and a plaid skort, very punk. While we were gathering up odds and ends, Lucy woke up.
"Do you want to go to the bus stop with sister?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Well let's get you dressed."
I got Lucy ready and it was getting close to the time Riley needed to be at the bus stop. We made our way outside, as I called Lisa. Her daughter Taylor is starting kindergarten today too. I heard Riley and Taylor yelling to each other across the street and gave up the phone call. They were already on the way.
We made our way to the bus stop on the most perfect of mornings. It was cool, sunny and dewy. After a few moments, Riley's other friend Brittney joined us. She's going into the second grade. We took pictures and the kids watched the garbage truck backing up.
And before you knew it, there was the bus. The girls got on the bus and all three of them took a seat together at the front of the bus and waved back at us. Lisa and I waved back and immediately started tearing up.
"I was so sentimental last night, I was looking for Taylor's baby book!" she said.
"You know, it didn't hit me until just now," I said, wiping my eyes.
Lucy looked up at me and stretched her arms up. "I want sister!" she said.
"Me too, baby," I said as I picked her up.
"God, they are in someone else's hands now!" Lisa said. "My baby's gone!"
"Yes, they are starting their independence for real." I said,
"Yep," she said.
"So, margaritas?" I asked.
"No doubt." she replied.
We agreed to get together later. I'm taking Lucy to meet her nursery school teacher today (sniffle). We'll then go to the library and out to lunch, I think.
Wow. I've been dreaming of this day for a long time. Riley is going to soar in school, I know it. She needs it. But godammit, she's growing up. From this point on, she's going to need me less and less. She probably won't want to sit on my lap much longer. Last night, she and I snuggled in her room and watched Grease for about a half an hour. She leaned her head against me and said, "The best times I have are with you." For now, I thought.
"Will you stay this age forever, Lucy?" I asked Lucy as I pulled her face toward mine.
"Uh-huh," she said, smiling.