Today my eldest came home from her first day of high school.
She came home happy.
And seeing her smile made me feel like a ton of bricks had just been lifted off my shoulders.
Only eight kids from my daughter's middle school are attending her high school so in her freshman class of four hundred she doesn't know a lot of other kids.
I was uh, concerned – a little.
But it sounds like everything went okay.
The school she's attending is big and it sounds like she got lost, a lot.
She also told me that she talked to a few new kids and got into a fight with her new locker when it wouldn't open.
I gather her language teacher seems intimidating and the school's drama department is putting on a musical that she thought she might be interested in participating in.
She also talked about trying out for the school field hockey team.
Overall, it was all good stuff.
Eight hours down and only a zillion to go until she graduates.
After hearing about her day today, I think she'll be fine.
I, on the other hand, may need wine, or Valium or something even stronger to get through the next four years.
Do you think we'll ever stop worrying about our kids?