It’s hard to believe that my daughter’s very first school experience is coming to an end this week. It seems like yesterday she was posing for her first day of preschool photo in our front yard. I remember dropping her off at school and feeling a mix of relief and sadness. She smiled at me, gave me a big hug and kiss and turned to her new classmates to explore her very first day without mommy by her side. I felt relieved that she didn’t cry or have a hard time. But there was a sadness I felt. The days we spent together suddenly felt like they were coming to an end. Logically, I knew they weren’t. I knew that her new school routine was only a few hours for only two days. However, emotionally, I knew that it was only a matter of time until that was the reality.
Even though that first day seems like it happened yesterday, so much has changed since that day. I’ve seen my baby grow tremendously in her independence. I’ve seen her make friends on her own. She’s learned a lot and has truly become her own little person. Her own dramatic, sassy, funny, stubborn, strong willed little person! I can only imagine how much she will grow as she continues her school and activities.
Next year, she will move onto four mornings a week. That’s a tough concept to grasp for me. This week, the last week of school, will be the last time in a school year that I will get to spend mornings with her. This week will be the last Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I will spend with her during her school life. After this week, no late pancake breakfasts with her in jammies and sleep in her eyes. No more morning story times at the library. No more lazy mornings with my coffee watching Disney Junior. Soon they will be replaced with rushed breakfasts so that mommy doesn’t hit traffic on the way to school. That will then be replaced with hurried gathering of her things to catch the bus. If I let myself, I can see her whole school life flash before my eyes.
As I snap out of it, and shake my head back to the present morning, my little one is asking me what I’m thinking about. She’s singing, as usual. This time The Lion Guard’s theme song. She’s in her princess nightgown, bare feet dancing on the hard wood floor. Her hair is tangled in the back and she has just a little smudge of chocolate from her chocolate chip pancake breakfast. I take a mental movie and wish I could have these mornings forever. However, it all just seems to slip through my fingers like sand. I take in the scene of my morning and I swear I hear ABBA singing in the background.
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks or time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers all the time