Today my daughter is no longer my baby. She is growing up. I drove over to the public elementary school near my house to put her name in for Kindergarten Open Enrollment. The school she’s “supposed” to go to is not far away, but this one is closer and gets higher test scores out of it’s students (they won’t assign this school to my neighborhood because it’s across railroad tracks from us, and they don’t want kids crossing tracks to get to school).
So, if her name gets picked from the lottery later this month, she’ll start school on August 20!! That’s only 5 months away! 5 months and my little girl is a big girl going to a big-kid school. Where did the time go? Can it really have been 3 years since I drove a U-Haul with 2 cats and 1 toddler down from Washington to start over? Has it been almost 2 years since my daughter got her very own Annual Pass to Disneyland?
It can’t be time yet for Kindergarten! I’m not ready! She is, she’s more than ready, but I’m not! She just learned to tie her shoes a few months ago! She’s still on training wheels! She can’t sleep anywhere without her blue receiving blanket! Where’d my baby go?
Luckily, she still lets me call her “my baby.” She knows she’s not a baby, but she knows she’s my baby. And here come the tears….