Tomorrow, Annabelle will be a Kindergartener! I am so excited for her. We've dropped off her supplies and met her teacher, gotten her bus pass and talked about her excitement endlessly. I was doing so good... but the last few days I've been so sad. Ready to break into tears at any mention of her getting on that big, old bus.
I mentioned this to a few of my friends and they looked at me like I was a mental case. That didn't make me feel any better, I can assure you. They didn't seem to think it was a big deal, worth my tears. I know that I am a big baby, can cry at the drop of a hat, but it is a big deal to me!
I know that when I watch her get on the bus tomorrow morning at 7:55 am, I will be remembering her as a baby, all of her big, first milestones. Smiling, walking, talking, even the not so nice ones, scrapes and temper tantrums and talking back (we are doing that all the time now). I am so proud of her and how she's grown into such a sweet little girl. I know that I had a hand in that, but much of it is just her nature.
So I know with all assurance that I will sob like a baby tomorrow morning but I will hold on until the bus pulls away. I will not care that all of my neighbors will probably see me. They all have kids older, grown. I know that they will understand my ache of letting her go. I miss her babiness but I love her big-girl-ness.
And then Mark is taking my out for breakfast so that I can gorge my feelings with pancakes. It's the best way to make you feel better:)