Yesterday, Emma was born. And then I blinked, and tomorrow she'll be in kindergarten.
All of those good-intentioned ladies were right when they chided me for not wishing the days away, telling me, "it goes so fast!"
I'm really excited for Emma to start kindergarten, and she is too. She has her outfit all picked out, her school supplies all labeled and packed up, and her teacher's name committed to memory. She's ready.
And I am too. Or so I thought.
I was fine yesterday. When someone asked if they thought I'd cry when I dropped her off, I smirked and said, "Nahhh... this is great!" Today is a different story. I woke up feeling melancholy. I think I'm feeling down because it's hard to say goodbye to summer and realize all of the things we didn't do, and yet hard also because the fun summer things we did do are coming to an end. The lazy days of preschool and wide open days are over. School is commitment! There are no more spur-of-the-moment trips to the zoo or breakfasts at Chick-fil-A. Since she'll only be in school in the mornings, I'm going to cherish our afternoons together. I'm glad we still have that.
I'm going to miss having her around all the time. Addie's going to miss her. Even when Emma is off on a play date or summer sports day camp, Addie would lament missing her sister. Brody's going to miss her too. He lights up when she walks in the room.
Okay, this is only kindergarten! It's not like she's going off to college.
I remember my first day in Ms. Petersen's kindergarten class at Northridge Elementary like it was yesterday. The bright colors of the room, that new school smell, the kids anxious to learn and play... I loved it all. I especially remember the moment I met Jessica - the girl who introduced herself to me and made me feel like I belonged. I had a friend. I sure hope Emma meets a Jessica tomorrow.
I also remember the night before I started kindergarten, my parents tucked me in as we talked about the big day I'd wake up to. I tearfully said, "I don't want to grow up!" And now, fast forward a few years, and tonight I might tearfully be telling Emma, "I don't want you to grow up!"
Alright... off to get the camera charged. Tomorrow's post will be chock full of pictures and a report from my little kindergartner. And it will be happy!