We went to the mall today to get a few items Jenna needed for school. I thought it would be fun to let her pick out an outfit for her first day from a store other than Goodwill, because that’s usually where I shop. I’m frugal, what can I say? I go to the mall about twice a year and I’m always reminded why when I’m there. All the bright lights and pretty colors, all the nice new clothes and pretty people, the smells and sights somehow convince you that you need to buy things that in reality most of the time you don’t need. And when it’s busy it’s a sure fire way to ruin your day. But that’s a side note.
One of the most obvious things at the mall was that the late 80’s and early 90’s seem to have thrown up all over it. Wow, I’m so not wearing some of that stuff. Second, it makes my blood boil when all the clothes for a 5 year old look like a teenager. I don’t want her looking like she’s 15 and I also don’t want her to be in Hello Kitty so it makes the options seem small. I guess if I wanted to pay lots of money we could buy lots of things but I’m too frugal for that nonsense.
In the end, Jenna picked out a few shirts and an outfit for the first day of school (all of which were mostly pink, sigh). It looks much to old for a 5 year old in my opinion, or maybe I’m in serious denial. I even sent a picture via text to Matt so he could approve it. When he did say it was fine I almost started crying. My baby girl is going to school looking all grown up. It’s really going to happen (and most the time I’m totally ready, I just have moments of sheer panic that come and go).
My favorite comment from Jenna during out outing was when I told her how much I liked spending time with her and I asked her if she was enjoying our time alone together. She said, “It’s really nice to not get hit for a while (referring to her brother pestering her).” Hahahaha! Ah siblings.
Here are a few pics from last week when we had a dinner at the school. Jenna did great and her anxiousness has been better in the last week. Thanks for praying for her. The real test comes when I have to leave her there on the first real day of school which isn’t until the 10th.
She found her name on the wall and walked hand in hand with her dad through the halls. I’ll keep that picture in my mind forever.