Wednesday, January 5, 2011
She's a Style Girl
"We're so happy you're joining our class. Are you excited?" Ms. Robin asked.
Allyson clung to the back of my leg. "Kind of," she mumbled.
But then one of the little girls came up and took her by the hand. "Wanna play?"
"Okay," Allyson agreed, shrugging off her pink backpack and settling down onto the play mat with the other kids.
"Bye, sweetie. Have a good day!" I called from the doorway after Bill made me stop taking pictures. She didn't even hear me.
Bill and I thought about her all day, and I was so excited to pick her up at 2:00. She was beaming, and Ms. Robin said she had fit right in.
On the way to the car, though, Allyson confessed that she had not done so well with spelling. "I was the worst kid," she said, with a puckered mouth but dry eyes. "I got all the words wrong but one."
"It's okay, honey. It's only your first day."
"But one of the other boys got to move to level two. I'm still on level one."
"Don't worry. You'll get it," I promised.
When we got to Sonic and ordered the obligatory first-day-of-school sundae, all her concerns melted away--just like the ice cream that dripped all over her carseat.
While she ate, she told me all about her day. When I asked her about the little girl who befriended her, she said, "She was kinda 'noyin. She kept hugging me all day."
"It was very nice of her to welcome you to class like that."
"Still, it was 'noyin," she said.
But it must not have been all that bad, because all evening she kept saying, "Two more sleeps until I go back to school!"
She's offically a schoolgirl now (and a style girl, too).