Today is GIRL's final day of preschool. Last night we talked together, in what is fast becoming our nightly ritual. GIRL snuggles down under her covers, I switch off the light, and sit on the edge of her bed. The darkness cocoons us, inviting thoughtful conversation about her day, or what adventures lie ahead. This time we spoke of the last day to come, our voices rising and falling in the excitement of celebrations with friends, and the sadness of a life chapter being closed.
I feel so blessed that she has had this last year - to grow and stretch, to soar in social confidence. She looks eagerly ahead, ready for Kindergarten. I rejoice in how she embraces each day, and know that there are many good times to come.
Yet, it is bittersweet...and I am savoring each moment.
As I hugged her good-bye this morning, she pulled me over into the sand... laughter spilling out of her in waves.
THAT was funny! she shrieked, then ...letting go of me, running off to play.
Our children are often ready to move on ... before we are.