I woke up this morning to a shake and a poke from an innocent 5 yr old anxiously awaiting her first day of Kindergarten. We have spent the last year counting down the days on the calendar when this day would come. I was filled with anxiousness and excitement for her up until this afternoon.
As her name was called and she went to her teacher and got her name tag and everything she needed for her desk, I felt proud and overwhelmingly sad at the same time. Where the HELL did time go??? It almost seemed increasingly unfair that all of a sudden I am forced to learn how to let go. Not totally, but a little bit.
She was so proud of her Hannah Montana shoes she was FINALLY able to wear, she had to show them to any and every willing person that would look and smile. And don't get me started on her black and pink Hello Kitty backpack. I wasn't worried one iota that she would have a problem making friends in her first year of school. The boy she had been talking to before class began only wanted to talk about his cool batman backpack, and all she wanted to talk about were those damn Hannah Montana shoes. So she moved on to a group of girls that were instantly drawn to those shoes of hers. Leave it to kids to make something so innocent seem so simple. If only everything in her life would be this easy.
So as I sit here reminiscing about the first time I found out I was pregnant with her, how much weight I gained, and how it felt the first time I held her, I am humbled that God would choose me to mother this child. Everything that I have ever done in my life has led up to this point. And I can honestly say, I wouldn't change a thing.
