Have you ever seen a conquering queen returned to her castle? It must look something like Charlotte’s reception at school yesterday. As soon as her classmates saw her turn the corner at the top of the stairs, several girls came running toward her to envelope her in hugs. As we approached the classroom, the crowd parted to let her pass. Her classmates peppered her with questions and other fourth graders stared and smiled. My heart swelled. It nearly burst when her teacher jumped out of her chair to give Charlotte a hug. She was thrilled to be back at school, and school was clearly happy to have her back.
Charlotte can’t carry her backpack for another month. I don’t know if you’ve carried a fourth grade backpack recently, but Charlotte’s must weigh 15+ pounds. It triggered the seatbelt alarm in my car this morning. So, I walk her upstairs every day. In an effort not to disrupt class too much, I’ve asked for her to have help bringing it to the office. Her desk mates and dear friends Taylor and Annamaria have been helping, with big smiles on their faces. I suspect that will grow old eventually, but I so appreciate their support of our kiddo.
The APN suggested that Charlotte start back to school half days for a week or two. I picked her up at 11:30 a.m. and she was happy to see me, yawning all the way home. She didn’t nap, but she was definitely exhausted.
Same drill today. She wasn’t as tired when I picked her up, but our 1.5 hour wait at the pediatrician (for a post-surgery follow up) took the rest of her energy and she was in bed, fast asleep, by 7:32.
Still, she’s on her way back to her regular routine. And she couldn’t be happier about it.
Pediatrician appointment was truly unremarkable, except that Charlotte is now 59.75 inches tall. Look out, Jamie!