My oldest granddaughter, Hope, started school today, the 4th grade. Her family moved over the summer so she started 4th grade in a new school as The New Kid.
She has been nervous but started the day with a positive attitude.
I'm sure it must have been a little hard walking in that door as The New Kid.
I talked to her after school while they were going for their traditional 1st day of school ice cream. She told me she had a great day, that she liked the school and that the kids were friendly.
After she got home, the brave 4th grade mask came off and the tears started.
I'm sure she will go back tomorrow with a smile on her face and her fears tucked deep in her backpack. I know from where I sit that it will get a little better each day and that soon it will be as "awesome" as she tried to pretend it was today.
In the meantime, I know it is not much fun for a 9 year old girl to be The New Kid.
Were you ever the new kid? How long did it take you to feel like you belonged?