Today I left my baby girl at school.
Actually, the more accurate description would be that today my baby girl kicked me out of her classroom.
I didn't cry at the school. I may have cried a little on the way to school, and I may also have sobbed like a baby for a few minutes when I got home. (And now, while I'm writing this post.) But I didn't cry at the school.
Ellie was up at 7am, knocking on my door and announcing, "I'm a kindergartner!" She was dressed before breakfast, and before anyone else in the house, including me.
We walked to school. Well, Lexi and I walked. Ellie ran and skipped the whole way.
As parents, we want our kids to grow up and try new things. I've been excited to have the house to myself for a few hours each day for a very long time. But now I'm feeling lonely. I don't know what to do with myself.
Except, that is, for eating this bucket o' brownies that a friend gave me this morning. She said she knew I'd need them. It's good to have friends.
I miss my baby. I miss all my girls, really. It's awfully quiet here without them.
But I can't deny that Ellie is growing up. She still needs me, but she's ready to be a little more independent, to experience the world for herself.
She's ready to spread her wings and fly.
Far be it from me to get in her way.