Letting Go

Sweetie Pie has been getting more and more excited about going to kindergarten in the fall. I'm her Mama, and I'm excited for her, but I'm also stocking up on clearance tissues for the first 3 months. I started crying even telling her what she was going to do at kindergarten, and I'm tearing up now telling you what I was telling her about kindergarten. She's VERY independent and won't have a single problem with spending 5 days a week away from home, but I'm going to miss her like crazy.

This is what I was waiting for ALL those mornings when she was colicky and screaming all night long. I'd get though those tough times with the help of Tylenol (for me), some cookies, and the promise that it was only 5 more years until kindergarten. When she hit her terrible twos (and threes) I bleached and vacuumed up after her while whispering "three more years, three more years" to myself like the crazy lady that I am. When she started lying, and taking my things and hiding them I reminded myself that I only had one more year to be the only person showing her the way in life.

What you see:


What I see:


Today when we had our talk about kindergarten my little angel had to wipe the tears from my cheeks and remind me that she will indeed be coming home everyday after school. She's just so little... too little to ride a bus and get herself ready for recess. Too little to be alone with the meanie 5th graders on the playground and to find her own classroom. She's just too little.

And now it's hit me like a ton of bricks. My baby isn't a baby anymore, and almost a third of her life as a child is over... and now I'm crying. And she thinks I'm nuts. Where's the tylenol and cookies!?