Stop the ride, I want to get off!

OK, perhaps the title of this post is a bit dramatic.

But, as I sit here on "Kindergarten Eve", I can't help but think about the amazing ride I've been on for the past 5 and a half years, and wondering how it's managed to go so fast.

So, maybe slow down would be a better request.

MH - I have been spending the better part of the past few weeks looking at pictures from when you were just a teeny little infant - you looked like a little doll. As I look at you now, I can't help but feel that this time has passed in the blink of an eye. Seriously, did I not just give birth to you?!?

You are about to embark on the most important ride of your life - the start of your formal education.

Sure, you had an amazing 2 years of preschool. I cannot imagine anyone being more ready and prepared to march right into her classroom and grab this next step in your life by the horns. But. Preschool was a choice that Daddy and I made for you. We did lots of research and spent lots of time making sure we picked a place where your zest for life and learning would be nurtured, and where we knew without a doubt you'd succeed. And nurtured you were. Succeed you did.

Public school - we get what we get (and we don't get upset!). Now, it's not so much about the choices we make, but what we make of the things we're given. We're entrusting your care, your learning, and so many other things to a teacher and other staff members we've only just begun to meet. Without a doubt, you are going to thrive. You marched right into your classroom this morning, hugged your new teacher, and ran off to explore all that your new world has to offer. As your mommy, I could not have been more proud of how confident, outgoing, and thrilled you were to be there. But as your mommy, there's a part deep down in my heart that feels sad and melancholy.

You are growing up - as I full-well know, it happens to the best of us. You are SO ready for this. You embrace every single second of life as an adventure, and there's not a person you come into contact with who doesn't recognize this trait immediately, or marvel at what a special little girl you are. I also know, though, that with growing up comes all sorts of changes, and sometimes hurts for which mommy kisses and Nemo ice packs are not a quick fix. These are the thoughts that make me sad. Protective. Scared. I wish I could put a magical bubble around you that would let in only good and repel anything remotely bad.

Alas, I'm no Disney princess or fairy godmother, nor do I have a magic wand that will make that happen. What I can do, and what I vow to you (Daddy does too!) is to continue to be the best Mommy I know how to be. To nurture, encourage, and help you with your learning, and to continue to do everything in my power to instill in you the strong morals and values that will continue to mold you into the amazing little lady you are and what I know you can become. That, and a promise to provide an endless supply of hugs, kisses, and snuggles for as long as you want them.

Daddy and I have no doubts that you are going to have the time of your life this year, and with every new thing you learn, continue to show the world around you just how truly special you are. You are going to make wonderful new friends, have unbelieveable experiences, and continue to wow all of us who love you so dearly.

We can't wait to walk to school tomorrow morning as a family, as we've been planning all summer. And as I watch you line up with your new teacher and march into that school with your new classmates, I know that I could not be any prouder or more blessed to be your mommy.

As for my tears, I promise I will save those for Daddy to deal with. And when he's had enough, maybe a bit of retail therapy will help to take the edge off.

Congratulations to our official "Kindergartener"! We could not be more grateful or feel more blessed that of all the children we could have possibly created, we got YOU.