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		<title>Ahhh&#8230;that very first day of school</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ellie&#8217;s first day of Kindergarten&#8230; First, to answer the burning question in all of your minds&#8230;No, I did not cry. I&#8217;m not saying I wasn&#8217;t emotional&#8230;it was quite a week, with the loss of a hometown hero, my father-in-law, and &#8230; <a href="http://friesenfam.net/blog/?p=1386">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;">Ellie&#8217;s first day of Kindergarten&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">First, to answer the burning question in all of your minds&#8230;No, I did not cry. I&#8217;m not saying I wasn&#8217;t emotional&#8230;it was quite a week, with the loss of a hometown hero, my father-in-law, and the first day of school&#8230; but i didn&#8217;t cry.  I am convinced that it is solely because of how ready she was for this day. We had long since before reached the days where we were at each other&#8217;s throats by mid morning because of her bustling energy and enthusiasm for EVERYTHING. And although that doesn&#8217;t mix well with my personality in the morning, it is one of the things I love most about her. She isn&#8217;t shy in the least and she is always ready for something new.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">So, I knew this first day would be no big deal for her.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">She woke up ready to go!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://friesenfam.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/IMG_1500.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1387 aligncenter" title="IMG_1500" src="http://friesenfam.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/IMG_1500.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">And walked in ready to go too. That first day, we get to school and are taking these pictures in front of her locker, and Ellie says to us &#8220;Um&#8230;can you hurry? I have to go play with my friends now.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I&#8217;m amazed that in this picture by her locker we didn&#8217;t capture any other mad rush of parents trying to get that first day picture of their child. They were everywhere&#8230;really, we weren&#8217;t the only ones.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The lockers are a new addition this year to her school &#8211; and very handy I might add. I love knowing that where i put her coat in the morning&#8230;there it will stay. And, it frees up a lot of room in their actual classroom.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://friesenfam.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/IMG_1525.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1388 aligncenter" title="IMG_1525" src="http://friesenfam.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/IMG_1525.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">One of my very favorite stories from the first day of school&#8230;bear with me if you&#8217;ve heard it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">She brings home a paper that has &#8220;Help Tommy get to school&#8221; with a maze drawn on it. It has pictures of Tommy and the school, but also has pictures of the post office, the library, and the playground. Well, she drew a beautiful line from Tommy to school&#8230;but also drew lines from him to everywhere else on the paper. On top of those incorrect lines, there were red x&#8217;s that the teacher had made. I asked her why there were red x&#8217;s on her paper and she hesitated and then said sheepishly &#8220;the teacher said he should just go to school&#8230;.but I just wanted him to go everywhere.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">That&#8217;s my girl. That&#8217;s her spirit. She&#8217;s in it for the experience and wanted Tommy to be the same way.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I just hope school doesn&#8217;t take that beautiful spirit and crush it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I told her that when she&#8217;s in school, she has to listen to the teacher&#8217;s directions, and when she gets home we can draw as many lines as she wants.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We&#8217;re now a couple months into school&#8230;and she still loves it. She still gets excited about going every morning. I&#8217;m just hoping we hang onto that for the next, well, 12-16 years at least.</p>
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