First Day, First Grade

I know she's nervous when she has a meltdown simply because I ask her to throw away her trash from breakfast.

I'm nervous too.
I want her to have a good teacher,
and not that curmudgeon from her summer class who didn't even like children.
I hope she makes a good friend -
just one good friend -
who fights by her side,
unlike that little blonde brat from kindergarten who treated her like a pariah
(don't let people treat you like that, sweet girl!  They're not worth your time).

People are mean.  I want to protect my sweet babies from mean people.  I want to keep them from my childhood heartaches.  First day, first grade, is hard on me too.