That time of year is almost upon us again. For some of you, it began this week. Pencils, pens, long lines at Target - school is back in session!
I entrusted my most precious baby girl to the same people for a full four years; since she was a squishy, wiggly three-month-old. In two weeks, I will pull up to the traffic circle, wave goodbye, and watch her prance her way into her final year of preschool.
One day I will watch her hike up her backpack in the latest style, barely glance at me, and amble coolly over to her friends. One day I will push away a nervous knot in my stomach as she turns they key in her car, driving herself to the last few weeks of high school. One day I will help her pack most of her belongings to bring to college.
This time of year is exciting, but it also breaks my heart just a little bit.
Four years down, and I am still not used to it.