Gaze upon my enchanted preschooler!

Despite the gentle wonderment in her eyes, going into school while Mama drives away has provided an opportunity for adjustment.  One of the weird things about being a mom is that you know, just know, things about your kids.  I know that Evie is ready for school.  And that she will excel and find enjoyment in it.  The cosmic joke is that no matter what a mom thinks she knows about her kid, there are things that come along that make her think and re-think what she thought she knew.  Too esoteric for a Friday morning?  This is my life now, folks.

The promise of painting on Thursday, was made on Tuesday.  We talked about it at our house with casual regularity for 2 days.  When the tears started yesterday morning, I took Evie by the hand and took her downstairs to show her 2 pictures I painted that were framed and hanging on the wall in our powder room.  I could see her giving some real thought the idea that her old mom actually painted something that was hanging on a wall in our home.  I told Evie that when she was done with her painting, we would hang it up on our wall.  She expressed an interest in having the work hung at the top of the powder room door.  Whatever.  Wherever.  I don’t care where it goes.  I just want it hung up.

So, painting lead her to the car, into her seat, and to school with minimal tears.  When she started crying as we pulled up to school, I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “Read before painting?”  The dear wanted to make sure she would read a book before she painted.  Her teacher came to get her from the car, Evie happily hopped out, and they ran in hand-in-hand.  I drove away, walked into my quiet house filled with morning light to write this post in utter peace.  It was a win-win for all parties involved, thanks to Paint, the Medium of the Day.

Pictures of Evie’s masterpiece to follow… :)