It’s official. My baby is a kindergartner! I’ve been looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. Yes, it will be nice to not pay for day care, but it also means my baby is no longer a baby.
The night before school I found myself staring at her while she was sleeping. I was looking at her beautiful long lashes, the little bit of baby fat left in her cheeks and her thumb still firmly suctioned in her mouth. My sweet little baby girl.
She wants to be with me all the time. She loves to be held and to curl up on my lap, sucking her thumb. But at the same time she wants to be a big girl, carry a purse, paint her nails and go to school. If she could figure out a way to make thumb sucking cool in school, she would. That’s a look she could rock!
Not to get all sappy, but it’s the end of the baby era for me. It makes me sad because I loved being pregnant, loved having babies and loved taking care of babies. I think that’s a hard stage for women to go through and one that’s not talked about much.
I’m ready to embrace what’s ahead. I just have to wrap my head around it. It sure makes me think more about making every minute count with my kids. They’ll be teens before I know it!