As my daughter gets ready to go off to college this weekend, I'm taking a trip down Memory Lane. When I was pregnant with her I was concerned about how her brother would handle having a sibling, since he was so attached to me and has always hated changes in routine. Luckily, my worries were in vain.
She sure was cute when she started school. Her brother had a rough time of it a few years earlier. When we pulled up to school for her first day she said "Come on Mom, let's go!" Mom wasn't moving fast enough and there was adventure to be had.
Second grade meant First Communion. The First Communicants were seated together with the short kids in the front. She was short, but not as short as this little girl, who needed a little help to get where she was supposed to be when she was supposed to be there. My daughter was asked to help her and her family was appreciative.