Off to school. All too soon.

My daughter started attending her "big school" this week. The standard 3 years before 1st grade, nicknamed Playgroup, Nursery and Prep. Speaking of Prep, that's exactly what we were trying to do for our chatty, precocious not-quite-three year old bundle of chutzpah...taking her to the school at every opportunity, so its not altogether strange. Showing her a yellow school bus and telling her how much fun it will be to ride on it to school...etc. All said and done, it seems to have worked...day 1, some tears while boarding, but a good time and a triumphant return. Day 2, a mandatory bawl while saying goodbye but she comes back with a glow, super excited and crooning some new song we've never heard. Day 3, she climbs the little steps by herself. No tears, just a look of anticipation. Day 1 for me- I could hardly concentrate and events right from my labor, her birth, and random life events kept rewinding and playing in my head. I just buried my nose in "The Secret of The Nagas" which kept me going for the few hours of waiting! But so, so happy to see that she's liking her school. Me and her dad liked the school so much at the first go...felt like attending there ourselves :). It will be like revisiting school through her eyes. After all, we too have to discipline ourselves to get her brushed, fed, bathed, and at the bus stop on time. We too have to remain in the teachers' good books! We too have to learn basic arithmetic and repeat the alphabet till we're sick of it :). Algebra...aaaaaaaaaaargh. I just hope she's inherited her dad and both grand-dads' math abilities, not mine. Now language and art, that's another story...that's definitely me.