La Maestra Nueva
Iz's new teacher is a cool lady, from Spain, I think. But I am not sure because I appeared to be the only non-Spanish speaking parent in her class today (bilingual folks, mostly), and my reporting of the maestra's country of origin is based on another parent's assessment of her accent.
Dropping Iz at school made me realize that I am more worried about myself than my daughter. She will be fine no matter what--she makes friends easily, she already speaks Spanish. I'm the social inept, I'm the one dreading having to navigate a whole new sea of parents, I'm the one who was looking longingly across the courtyard as my friends whose kids ended up in the same class chatted and laughed with each other. Iz skipped happily into her classroom and didn't look back.