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.
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