Vacation time is O-V-E-R! I was rudely awakened to this fact when the alarm went off at 6:40am. Stupid sing-songy alarm … I didn’t want to get up that early! (No one else in the house actually wanted to either.) I washed my face, brushed away morning breath, and woke up my “baby” (who is turning 8 in a week and hates when I call her that). Third grade begins today and I was informed that after today I can just drop her off in the carpool lane – no need to walk her to class.
She is growing up so fast and I can’t believe it! I miss the days where I could pick her up and carry her when she got a boo-boo or her feelings were hurt (though my hands would be full with 2 I could carry). But I am also pleased that we have raised this girl to be strong and independent enough to feel that not only can she walk herself upstairs to class, but she also feels ok to say “Mom, I’m almost 8 – I can do it myself”. She’s good about talking to us about pretty much everything, and vice versa.
Today is bittersweet. Sad to see that my “baby” is much further from “baby” than before, but also happy to see that we’re raising a girl who feels alright in the world – alright to spend some time spreading her wings and venturing out on her own a little, so long as she can still come home and talk about it over a snack at the table. Sad that we have to get up so darn early, but happy that we can spend the entire afternoon regaling the day’s events together.