My daughter started first grade last week and as soon as she got on the bus I was hit by another wave of feelings about how big she’s getting and how quickly time flies. The umbilical cord is cut on a daily basis, it seems, and it still smarts every time it is snipped.
Get used to it, you say?
Oh I’m used to it. But that doesn’t mean it gets any easier to take.
I promised to make the kid chocolate chip cookies to celebrate her first day of a numbered grade. That’s what I said out loud at least. To myself (and to this blog, I suppose), I admitted