I just got home after dropping off Dana at Stella Maris Academy. I felt a little nostalgic. She didn't kiss me but hurried off, but not without saying an enthusiastic good-bye. Yesterday her teacher, Teacher Yana, said we must bring her white shoes to school. The way they do it is they change into indoor white shoes in the classroom. This was weird because we took pains scouring through two SM department stores and several shoe stores to find her the perfect white pair, and we did, made of cloth with dainty white flower stitches. As instructed we put them in a plastic box, labeled it, and placed it on the shoe shelf. I checked today and found the box and the shoes there. Whew! What a relief! I didn't want a row with the school if they lost the shoes.
I had a pang of regret, which I know I must let go, that Dana's already seven and repeated first grade. But things are as they are, and we just need to make the most of this life. She seems to be enjoying school, and only now really, truly "school-ready," marked with eagerness for school days. Veck asked how long I think this enthusiasm will last. All through college, I hope.
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