I’m not sure if it’s because she’ll finally be attending our first choice school (and so there’s some “finality” there) or the fact that she’s simply growing up. Maybe it’s the fact that she’ll be without her best friends for the first time in her life. I’m not sure what it is exactly. But every time I think about walking her to her classroom or getting her lunch ready, or just remembering that I need to buy her some nice frilly socks, I get sad.
Very, very sad.
How in the world did I ever make it through her first day of Prek-3 last year?
I think the uniform had something to do with it. Alise was just too darn cute in that uniform!
Gosh, she looked so little!
What am I saying? She’s still little! She’s my Baby Girl who is oblivious to the fact that starting Prek-4 next week will probably send her Mother into an early grave.
For the first time in a long time, I’m missing my 7 pound 15 ounce Bundle of Joy. I miss seeing her pigtails stick straight out because she didn't have enough hair. I miss shopping and spending a fortune at Gymboree. I miss hearing things like, "Day tore her dress, Mommie, day tore her dress" when she use to tell me the story of Cinderella in her "own words" and I'd give anything to hear, "Juicy stole my passy!" I miss sippy cup and bunny slipper days. I miss the tiny bows she use to wear.
I miss my Baby Girl.
I'm not ready to let her go.