So Noella gets into Fieldston Lower School... It's been a month since Christine and I found out Noella will have the educational opportunity of her young lifetime, and, as always, I can't help being in a pensive mood. Christine deserves all the credit for being proactive and placing our daughter on the right "pre-school path" to even have the chance at Fieldston. I'm pinching myself, and we're tightening up for the financial changes to come. It's a significant investment in the "American Dream" our parents and grandparents sacrificed so much for. Now it's our turn, and I feel blessed.
And now that Noella is five and gearing up for Kidergarten I'm also thinking about the passage of time. I remember bringing her home in her first car seat and those first couple of years before school: the breastfeeding challenges, the hearing loss, the "swing set" addiction, the learning to walk, and the newness of everything. Then there was her first introduction into pre-school, her separation anxiety and selective mutism. Now begins Phase Three and her introduction to elementary school.
Well, at least it feels like a "Phase Three". Keeping one eye on family and the other on national/global events, I scan ahead for the lay of the land, prepare for whatever I can anticipate, and hope for the best...
