I wasn't sad. I didn't cry. But I did feel a strange sense in the pit of my stomach last night and this morning as I thought about how we got to this place.
Just shy of four years ago, she made me a Mom and here we are today dropping her off for her first day of Pre-K.
There are moments where I just yearn for some quiet, some alone time, 5 minutes to go pee by myself, maybe a solo trip to Target.
But today I realized, once again, just how very lucky I (we) am (are).
Mia is amazing. She's smart, social, happy, healthy and FULL of energy. And her memory....it's outstanding and scary all at the same time. She remembers so many experiences already. If there was a way to bottle it up and sell it I would.
This morning my thoughts were on how quickly she's grown into a little girl, how my baby is no longer a baby, how amazed I was that she found her own name tag upon entering her classroom.
I can't believe I have a pre-schooler. I'm pretty sure someone told me that they stay babies forever. Liars.
I'm so excited to hear all of her stories tonight when I pick her up.
I'm so excited to watch her grow and develop. The girl could not have been more excited to put that princess backpack on and strut into school this morning and for that I'm elated for her. I'm impressed by her ability to walk into a new and strange environment and settle right in.
But that pit, that pit is there. That pit that tells me she's growing up and there is not a darn thing I can do about it.
Kids teach us so much about love, patience and life. Watching them explore all things for the first time is such a remarkable process to experience.
Life, I tell you, is one interesting journey of emotions after another.
Ok life. You win.