So this morning on my drive into work...as I was processing ideas, whats to come, etc....it suddenly hit me. A wave of emotion....a warm wave....flowed up through my gut...almost blinding me.
My "baby" is 4.
Up to this point Ive been fine with it....I mean, seriously...i have to be. What else am I to do...change her birth certificate date? Ground her til she decides to become 3 again? ... 4...ok, cool...another step in becoming more independent... can play games better, concentrate more, etc.
But it's 4, people. 4. The fact of the matter is, she IS growing up. She IS a lot more independent. Things I could once get away with, she catches me on. She has reasoning, questions everything, and grasps a whole lot more than she did a year ago. It is amazing. SHE is amazing.
It is all bittersweet.
Tomorrow my "baby" flies from the nest and starts Preschool! She has never been in any daycare or school environment....But I think she is finally ready. Ready to make friends, to follow instructions, to learn, flourish and blossom.
I can't believe 4 years ago at this time I was at home with her....on my maternity leave...and she was this itty baby.... napping, screaming, cooing, eating...screaming some more.... sleeping even more.
*Sigh*. I am so excited about tomorrow as well. Ive already packed her lil backpack..and have a snack all ready to pack in there tomorrow. Mike & I will bring her on her first day.
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