Dear Dani,
It is happening too quickly.
Just a few minutes ago, I swear, I was a nervous and pregnant 35 year old, wondering how I would ever know what to do as your mom. Wondering if I would do okay, if I would have that magical moment where I laid eyes on you and fell in love. And I did. Wondering if I would know how to raise you, and teach you and be your mom. Really, it feels like yesterday.
But it wasn't. Today I enrolled you in Pre-K. In just a few short months, you're going to be riding a school bus, headed to school to make friends, and learn even more that you can imagine. You're an amazing little girl--with a brain like a sponge, always learning, never forgetting, and consummately polite. We're so proud of the girl you are becoming.
And, on days like today, it feels like you're becoming a girl too quickly, and it makes me want to squeeze you tight and ask you not to grow up, to stay my baby.
Like we sing at bedtime, "when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so bad". You, my love are one of my favorite things. My big girl is going to school.
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