A poem by Clara, recited to me on our walk home from school today.
After the summer everything changed.
New school,
new shoes,
new playground,
new teachers,
new faces,
new friends
and even a new life.
And then becomes the summer again, and new things happen.
Don't be too worried. Although it is true that she misses her old Montessori school (and apparently her size 12 shoes), after a movie, a kinder egg and a cuddle in our king bed tonight, she was back to being goofy and feeling less desperate.
And about those shoes. Apparently the cute little beaded moccasins and dainty mary janes I bought her in early September are not appropriate for school. It's all about the runners. She picked these out, mostly because the lady at the shoe store told her they "breathed." A lot of questions ensued, about how they breathed exactly and how come she couldn't see the breathe and what would happen if she jumped up and down hard, would that suffocate the shoes?, etc. It's all quite complicated.
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