I walked my daughter to her very last day of summer preschool yesterday. A lovely little walk just the two of us... where we get to talk about life and I get to practice my patience and she gets to check out EVERYTHING along the way. No more preschool. My baby is growing up. Kindergarten is right around the corner. I did not cry. Last night I ordered my baby girl a new pink cover for her lunch box (that she'll need now that she is going to have to eat lunch at school). I wanted her to be half day but it just isn't going to work out that way.. I hit the order process button... I did not cry. I see the end of summer coming and I kind of don't want it to end. We've had an imperfect summer but a good one nonetheless with lots of time for everyone to be together and have some fun. I think I'll miss the summer when the school year grind gets going, and yet thus far I have not cried. So far I seem to be taking this "my baby is going to kindergarten" thing in pretty good stride.
In a few weeks, however, when I have to drop her off and not pick her up again until some 6 hours later, I think I just might cry.