On Tuesday, my sweet girl Peyton turns five.
I am struck every year by how quickly time is flying past me. Just yesterday, she was an infant. Just two days ago, she took her first steps. Just after that, she said her first words. And come August, I will be taking her for her first day of Kindergarten.
Oh, she's excited to start school. I can't even tell you how excited she is. Every night before she goes to bed, she asks me: "Tell me about school, Mommy!" or "Tell me about recess" or "Tell me about homework", and no matter what I say about it, she's excited. She wants to learn to read so badly--she's RIGHT there, she's so close...I just don't know what to do to get her all the way there.
She's growing up so quickly. This will be our last summer of eating lunch with Nano once a week...it'll be the last fall that we can spend all day at the park. The last spring that we get to pick flowers all day and bring a bouquet home for Daddy. We can still do those things, of course, but not on a whim, not for the whole day. Starting soon, we get to plan around school.
Don't get me wrong, I'm excited for her--she's going to ADORE school, and to tell the truth, we both need a break from each other, even if it's just a few hours each day. We need the break and she needs a little independence. And it will give me some time to spend alone time with Charlotte every day, and she needs that, too.
But, my first baby is growing up. She already needs me for fewer things every day...and that will get worse (and better!) as time passes. I love that she's growing up...but I miss her baby days. She was a sweet little baby, full of smiles and giggles. She was so easy back then! I miss that. It's fun to watch her growing and changing, fun to watch her personality develop more fully into who she'll eventually become. Every once in a while I can see glimmers of the young woman she'll be over the soft round shape of her sweet little preschooler face.
Some day she's going to set the world on fire...but for now, she's still my baby girl. For at least a few more days.
3 comments:
Oh how great!!! I remember Tristan's first day of school. It was so excited and so sad at the same time. He was ready.... me? Not so much LOL :)
As they were walking to their classroom, some of his classmates were looking back at their parents, some were crying.... Tristan was holding the teacher's hand and having a nice chat.... didn't look back once. That was hard.
Good luck Peyton!!!! You will love school.
You're not old! Think how old I'll be when my kids are ready for school. I'll be Old Mommy for sure.
What sweet memories. Peyton is going to be such a wonderful young woman. I love that she is so strong already... that's all you, mama!
Aww..kiddo! That's lovely. And, you are NOT old. Isn't it wonderful that you have these thoughts on a blog...and will be able to remember when you really ARE old?
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