That is the day Thing One begins middle school, and she and I both are dreading it 110%. She is nervous because she doesn't know what to expect, and I am nervous because I do. I just want to pick her up and hold her close. I want to protect her from mean girls, 8th grade boys, and every insecurity a girl can experience. Yeah, I know that isn't possible, but a mother can hope and pray.
I am also frightened by the future. She and I are close and joined at the hip, and for the moment, she thinks I am cool. She loves me and wants to be with me. She is my baby, and I am selfish. I want to keep things as they are. I know pulling away is emotionally healthy and prepares her for the real world, but that doesn't make it easier. I can accept it and go with it, but I don't have to do cartwheels over it.
My mom understands, pats my hand and reminds me to just wait. One day my baby will be staring at 40.