Today I’m going off the beaten path. I’m just writing about what I’m feeling and thinking and I hope that is okay. This is after all my online home, right?
So, my niece started kindergarten today. This little munchkin I just love to pieces and I knew my sister would be sad. You see, when she’s sad I’m sad. It literally breaks my freaking heart to hear her cry, see her cry or think of her crying. I feel like this about all of my sisters.
I’d fight a bear for her you see. For all of my sisters and their kids and loved ones.
I was reminded of the day this fierce little brown haired, brown eyed little girl started kindergarten herself. I was that older sister, older beyond her years that had to grow up fast and was always taking care of everyone else – including her little sister.
Side note: I think that’s why I have some issues today but hell, it is what it is.
Anyhow, my sister and both had teachers with the same name (they were twins): Miss Gerber. One was nice and one was mean but for the life of me I don’t know which was which because they looked exactly the same. I actually used to wonder if they would wake up and switch roles and teach each others classrooms!
The first day of kindergarten for my little sister (whose daughter is a spitting image) wasn’t so smooth. In fact, I was called out of my third grade classroom to come help her calm down. See, I told you I was the older sister who took care of everything! I tried to console my little sister and it broke my heart to see her sob, her eyes swollen, her bottom lip quiver and her eyes beg me to stay with her or to take her home or with me. To this very day, I remember the scene and it kills me but it also killed my shirt! The little turkey ripped my shirt as I tried to pull away from her. After all, I had to get back to my desk because I wasn’t sure if my Miss Gerber was the nice one or mean one!
Today as my niece starts kindergarten I am sure she has a nice teacher and I’m sure that she won’t need anyone to come console her, she’ll be just fine. I’m just reminded of a tearful little sister on her first day and wishing that as she walked away from her little kindergartener I could have been there for her to give her a hug and tell her it is all okay, kids grow up and we need to let them.
I think I subconsciously avoided being there today for fear she’d rip my shirt again…years later!
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