Sunday, July 16, 2006
I think that one of the hardest things about parenting has got to be watching your children grow up. Granted, with my limited experience since my kids range between 2 and 9 years old, I know little of what is to come, but I can speculate a bit.
Take Katie, my fierce daughter who, at 2, knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. Now these traits are challenging, to say the least, right now; but I hope that they serve her well as a young woman. Just uttering those words "young woman" gives me the chills. No way. No way will she, my baby, be a young woman. But folks, denying that would be like saying the sky is really purple (maybe it is) or that the grass is fushia. She will grow up, it is inevitable. All I can do is try to make it as painless as possible.
That's why, when she tossed her head of curls over her shoulder and glanced at me the other day while wearing her pink Barbie backpack, and said "I'm going to school now, have a nice day", I had to hold back the nagging urge to gather her in my arms and say "no, no you're too little to go to school, be momma's baby for now". Instead out came "okay, have fun".
I fast forwarded to the day when she really will go to school for the first time (god help the bus driver, wait I am sure I will chauffeur her myself and walk her directly to her desk, then hang out in the corner while the kindergarten teacher gives me dirty looks...) she will be confident, ready and excited to begin her academic career at age 5. I will be sobbing, mourning the last of my "babies" to leave the nest, wondering what I'll do with myself while she is away at kindergarten for half of the day...did you say half the day? Wait, half of the whole school day, like 3.5 hours, every day, for free, all to myself? I feel a latte coming on.
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