Life changes.

You wake up early.

First few days can be tiring - anxiety primarily. You never know how her day went till you ask the teacher. One day she is fine and the next day she isn't. The good thing: it's just few days. Then it's all fine.

She and I make interesting and important decisions like which colour dress to wear, what to eat for breakfast and what to pack in the snacks box.

Advice escapes you like the easiest thing on earth. Deals are struck. Be a good girl today! Don't cry! If you want something ask your teacher! Enjoy, school is fun. See there are no friends at home, they are there only at school!

Pride. When she gets her first hand print home.

Nursery rhymes - old ones revisited; new ones learnt - not just daughter but momma too!
Interesting conversations on the way back. Ma, today that boy did this; that girl cried; I no cry. Me good girl, Amma. Stories of colours painted; crayons used. Places visited - the music room, play area; cycling in the ground; catch the ball!

More than anything, the wide-eyed big-grin face that I spot most easily among the sea of faces when I go to pick her up; the way she pushes her way through to me, the 'amma lift me' and that small kiss on the cheek!

Ah, the many memorable moments in the lives of a mother and her school going daughter! :)