We are t minus 10 months until Rosie starts Kindergarten, and our conversations often revolve around the fact that she misses her friends who are already in school, and how she can't wait to go, too, so she can see them more often.
Yesterday I brought up the fact that by the time Buddy turns 5 and is ready for Kindergarten, Rosie will know everything there is to know about school and will be able to help him.
"You'll get on the bus with him, and he won't be scared! You'll go to school with him and be able to show him where everything is!" I enthused.
"Yes! And, momma? When we get on the bus, we'll wave bye to you, and you'll wave back, so you won't be sad!" Rosie says.
Insert big lump in throat here.
"Ok, momma?" Rosie asks from the back seat.
I nod from the front seat, thankful she can't see the tears building up in my eyes.
"Momma, ok? Is that a good idea, so you won't be sad?"
Finally I choke out a "Yes" and I can't tell if she notices how strained it is.
"Then, we will go to school on the bus, and you can go back in the house. You can play by yourself, and eat by yourself," she says.
At this point, I am able to let out a small giggle. I love how kids' minds work.
Still, it is with a heavier heart that I unbuckle both of their car seats and we head into preschool. The clock is ticking whether I like it or not.
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