to prove to dad that I'm not a fool...
Today is Elizabeth's first official day of official school. Real school. Not daycare fake school.
I drop her off in three hours for the first time.
Oh, I'm gonna sooooo bawl.
It's a great day for it too, cold, overcast and rainy. The rain can hide my tears! :(
I don't think it's that she's going to school that's getting me sad, because I know she is going to love it. She's getting so bored here with the little brothers. It's only 3.5 hours a day, four days a week, so it's not like she's gone all day. And LORD KNOWS I could use a break from Miss Thang.
It's more that this is the last time she's gonna be all mine. I don't even know if that makes sense. But it's like, once I release her out into the world, I can't scoop her back out and have everything back the same.
First it's preschool, then next year kindergarten...
She'll start making friends and enemies. Other adults will be influencing her development. Then before I can blink, if the next almost five years go as quickly as the first five did, she'll be in fourth grade! And that's freakin me out.
I feel like today is the first tiny step of a million tiny steps that takes us both to a place where she's not my little baby girl anymore.
Thank goodness she won't be my little baby girl any less either. At least not in my heart, where it counts.