this morning was different. much different than yesterday. i'm still surprised. she was very eager to get up and get going again. ate. did the whole routine. she had known for several days what she wanted to wear for the second day. her sparkly shirt. sparkly belt. and sparkly shoes. and she had to tuck her shirt in she said. oh, and the side pony tail, which somehow ended up just looking like a pony tail in the back that i didn't get centered. oh well.
she wanted pizza in her lunchbox today. and milk. and was ready with 30 minutes to spare.
the hard part came when it was time for her to be dropped off. today she insisted that i drop her off. you know, she wanted me to do that yesterday because she "knew where her classroom was already." i had to explain that mama didn't know where it was, so maybe she could show me. that's how i got my foot in the door yesterday. today though. drop me off. and i was ok with that. parking and walking isn't really my favorite thing to do these days with the big belly and swollen feet. but i would have walked her in every day if that's what she wanted.
but, she wanted to be dropped off. so we did just that. as soon as that car door closed and i watched her walk away into the school all by herself, i lost it. completely. and have cried for an hour afterwards. big, ugly tears. i'll never lose that picture of her walking in from my head. she had her backpack on. lunchbox in hand. opened the door and walked right in. without me.
and now i want to know. since when did they start teaching them to be teenagers on the first day of kindergarten?!? today was hard on this mama! my mom said it best. she called me shortly after and i boo hoo-ed to her. she reminded me that i have raised her to be independent. i have raised her for this very moment. i have raised her to be strong and courageous. i just didn't prepare myself to see that moment.





















