So, guess what movie I want to see next!

I haven't seen Facing the Giants....or Flywheel...but both of them are sitting on the entertainment center, lent to us by some friends. Now that the Olympics are over...and with absolutely no desire to see the DNC...I will hopefully watch them both, love them both, and be ready for this one. Do you think Roger will take me?

Celebrity

I was talking with some friends this weekend about celebrities that we like. And it brought back to my mind a post that has been fermenting for many months.

Would I REALLY want to meet a celebrity? Especially one I actually liked?

And, No, I don't think I would unless I would be guaranteed that
a) I would be articulate, poised, and natural
b) the celebrity would be nicer than I expect

And I really don't think that would happen. As much as I may have planned out the perfect comment for a celebrity(if you only knew how many hours I spent on this in Jr. High, you would either be embarassed for me or totally relate), I am truly afraid I would gush, be the typical overboard fan, or something perfectly stupid. I mean, have you seen the Saturday Night Live skit with Matthew Fox in an Elevator? That is my fear. Well, ok, I won't be attempting to date any celebrities or anything like that...but seriously...I would rather never meet a celebrity than be a story for someone to laugh about later.

Now if someone I knew became a celebrity...that might be cool...unless they turned into a jerk.

And so begins...

a new chapter in my life. It has been 5 years that I have loved, molded and taught my sweet girl, and now she takes her first step into a new world...Kindergarten...and school for the next 16+ years of her life. I'll continue to do all those things that I have been doing, but now I have less time to do it in. And the influence of Mom and Dad will be even more mingled with those around her daily...teacher, friends, classmates. Lord, please let her find good friends whose influence will be positive!

I've been teary off and on for the last few days..listening to Steven Curtis Chapman's Cinderella on the drive to school really didn't help . We arrived at the school, and I barely noticed the rest of the brave parents...too focused on my sweet girl. They did have a BooHoo club...complete with tissues, a polaroid of me and the kids that says "I survived the first day of school. August 13, 2008" and a voucher for a coffee (but they didn't tell us which coffee shop, so I haven't had mine yet).

Alex took good care of me...but pointed out that "when I go to Kindergarten, Dad will have to stay with of you." :) Well, buddy, I doubt he'll be taking time off for that, but thanks for being concerned. I cannot think about 2 years from now when I drop him off. Just gotta make it through today. He was pretty broken up that we didn't get to go see her classroom...threw a nice crying fit outside, and refused to get in the car, but only because he wanted to watch the kids play tetherball. We'll definitely have to check out the school playground someday soon.

Alex and I ended up playing at a nearby park, getting some slushes at Sonic, and now I'm here blogging as he catches some zzzzs. I haven't had quiet like this in ages. Too bad I have no motivation to clean or organize or anything like that. So, what is it like to just have one kiddo at home again? I'm not sure yet. I do know I'm going to get to know this little boy in a new way.

I want so much for Trina to remember the details of her day, but so far she doesn't seem to be in to reciting every moment...I still don't really know what she did in the testing yesterday. That is something we need to change. I need to hear from my girl. I need to hear all about it.

Dad kindly called after he picked Trina up, so I wouldn't worry about her. She said her favorite part of her day was seeing Daddy and running to him after school...but she did say it was fun.

I can't believe it! I'm now a mom of an elementary school kid.

My days as a mom of preschoolers are fading. Here it is!

Trina's first day of school!

Answers

Thankfully, we found out that Trina does have a teacher. Mrs. TBA shall heretofor be referred to as Mrs. S. We meet her Tuesday. Wednesday, school starts.

Wow!

TBA

Dear Miss/Mrs/Mr TBA,
I have been praying for you lately. Not as much as I should be, but I have been. You will be shaping my daughter in a way that no one besides her dad and I have...on a regular, consistent basis...and I don't take that lightly.

I was so looking forward to learning your name on the list today--checking the posting with my little girl to see who you would be. And "Teacher to be hired" was a huge disappointment for me. I have met the other 3 teachers. I was comfortable with all of them in the small way I could be having met them just a couple of times. Knowing that you have not been hired yet is probably a big concern to you...as it is for me.

My girl's only school thus far is Sunday School. And it's been amazing. She has been shown amazing love that is far greater than the academics you will be teaching. But I don't take your job lightly. I worry that perhaps you will be a first year teacher...and I know that that would be very difficult. I student taught, and it was the hardest job I had until I became a parent. I know that no matter what, I will be praying for you. Praying that the impact you have on my girl instills a love for school. But praying for you for your own sake as well.

Please know that I will do my best to be kind, helpful, and an encouragement to you. In return, I ask for you to teach my kid...and maybe even love her.

I'll be having her dad checking parent portal regularly until I hear your name.

Trina's Mom