Mom Talk: Letting Go
Monday, September 13th, 2010
As you may remember, my daughter started school this year. She now spends her weekday mornings as one of thirteen 4-year-olds in a 4K (pre-kindergarten in our school district) classroom.
So far, her transition overall has been a smooth one—which is fortunate because it could have so easily been traumatic for her (um…and for me): this is the first school-type situation she’s ever been in. No daycare. No preschool. Just she and I, always together, for four (mostly blissful) years.
Yeah. (sniffle)
Happily, she seems to be adjusting pretty quickly to our new routine, and we’ve even begun to see some changes in her at home already. She’s doing things for herself without batting an eye, she’s jumping up to be helpful (practically) without being asked. She’s even <gasp> sharing with her brother. Nicely! And it’s usually her idea!!
I take this all to mean that she was ready for this new step. Ready for a bit of independence. For something that is all hers. That she’s reveling in her new discoveries and skills and adventures…and it’s a beautiful thing to witness!
Still.
A little part of me aches a bit when I notice her skipping into the school building or gleefully telling her daddy all about the newest BIG THING she learned that day. I’m used to witnessing all the wonderful things she encounters in her days. I knew all the reasons she skipped along, and I usually helped her tell her daddy all about our exciting days.
I’m not used to being on the outside, and I’m having to hold myself back from firing too many questions (in a good-intentioned, excited mama way) at her the moment she climbs into our car after school. I’m fumbling a bit trying to find my new role in her life—still as her mama, sure, but with a bit looser grasp than in the past. My instinct is to pull her closer. To inquire about every single moment she spent away from me. To attempt to fill in that giant blank place in my mind which used to be occupied with knowledge of “How My Daughter Spent Her Morning.”
It’s tough, this mama gig. I knew from the moment she was born that I’d eventually be sending her off into the world. That I’d have to stand back and watch my beautiful girl find her own voice, her own way. I just never dreamed that process would begin so soon.
Or that I’d be so incredibly proud.
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