Yesterday was a very busy day for us. Reagan graduated from preschool and then had orientation at her kindergarten. I was sure at some point I would be brought to tears, but at no point during the day did I feel sad. In fact, it was a very exciting day all around, and I'm not sure who is more excited for Kindergarten - Reagan or me.
Graduation was the cutest thing with all the kids in their miniature gowns and paper caps. There were pictures of all of the graduating kids up with their answer to the question "When I grow up I want to be a...." Reagan's answer was "a Cheerleader." And even though the whole ceremony was only a half hour long, I got that excited feeling that I get at all graduations. That this is just the beginning. She literally has so much ahead of her that is going to be really exciting. She can be anything she wants to be and it's going to be so fun to watch her come into her own. Matt and I also joked how this was probably the "easiest" graduation for her to achieve, and the cheapest celebratory meal we'll ever have to spring for - seeing as how she chose McDonald's for lunch.
Then we were off to Kindergarten, where both Reagan's and my excitement grew. The kids were taken to the class with their teacher to all get to know each other and get familiar with the room. The parents stayed back to fill out paperwork and learn our "rules" and how we can help out, etc. We picked the kids up in the room after and Reagan was already hanging out with a couple other girls playing. She was in heaven in that classroom and she skipped all the way to the car when we left. I watched her skipping and thought about how happy she is. I mean really... you simply cannot SKIP and be unhappy. And Reagan skips all.the.time.
It was one of those days that really warmed my heart. I've been starting to think a lot about "what ifs" again - "What if" the cancer comes back? Yesterday made me see that so much good stuff is going on right now, I can't worry about the "what ifs." That's not to say I never will again. I'm sure those thoughts will creep in every now and then. But with only 2 rounds of chemo to go (and by the way, the antibiotics totally seem to be working so I'm 99% sure it'll be a "go" on Tuesday), I feel like I'm about to graduate too. Maybe I should skip out of the cancer center after my last treatment... in my purple wig. That should turn a few heads I bet!!
Graduation was the cutest thing with all the kids in their miniature gowns and paper caps. There were pictures of all of the graduating kids up with their answer to the question "When I grow up I want to be a...." Reagan's answer was "a Cheerleader." And even though the whole ceremony was only a half hour long, I got that excited feeling that I get at all graduations. That this is just the beginning. She literally has so much ahead of her that is going to be really exciting. She can be anything she wants to be and it's going to be so fun to watch her come into her own. Matt and I also joked how this was probably the "easiest" graduation for her to achieve, and the cheapest celebratory meal we'll ever have to spring for - seeing as how she chose McDonald's for lunch.
Then we were off to Kindergarten, where both Reagan's and my excitement grew. The kids were taken to the class with their teacher to all get to know each other and get familiar with the room. The parents stayed back to fill out paperwork and learn our "rules" and how we can help out, etc. We picked the kids up in the room after and Reagan was already hanging out with a couple other girls playing. She was in heaven in that classroom and she skipped all the way to the car when we left. I watched her skipping and thought about how happy she is. I mean really... you simply cannot SKIP and be unhappy. And Reagan skips all.the.time.
It was one of those days that really warmed my heart. I've been starting to think a lot about "what ifs" again - "What if" the cancer comes back? Yesterday made me see that so much good stuff is going on right now, I can't worry about the "what ifs." That's not to say I never will again. I'm sure those thoughts will creep in every now and then. But with only 2 rounds of chemo to go (and by the way, the antibiotics totally seem to be working so I'm 99% sure it'll be a "go" on Tuesday), I feel like I'm about to graduate too. Maybe I should skip out of the cancer center after my last treatment... in my purple wig. That should turn a few heads I bet!!
You skip out of there wearing the purple wig, orange shirt, yellow skirt, black stripped tights, pink scarf and anything else you want to and we'll all skip along with you. Love mama
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