Today was eventful to say the least. I got some really incredible news about my little piece of the web thanks to a really good friend (more on that later) but it was really big...happy dance...news! I worked my patootie off all morning (no big surprise) and then I readied to register the girls for school. New adventure for all of us here in The Woods!
After a failed attempt at registration (and almost 2 hours of missed work that I'll have to make up later) for the Drama Queen, we headed off to register Bug.
Bug you say? School? Wait...what? She's not old enough for that! She's just a baby. My sentiments exactly! My baby is about to start Kindergarten and I'm scared as all get out (to let go, for her, and for...bless their hearts...her teachers). She's growing up too fast. I just gave birth! Swear it...I was there and it was yesterday.
But alas, she will be 6 this year. She's a September baby so she always misses the cut off but this year, it's time! She will go to "real" school. In itself, her registration was hard enough! I'm sending my baby away. I'm throwing her to the wolves and for the record, she doesn't want to go. I was coping and I was OK-ish!
Then we got home. I stepped outside to reflect. She can grow up...this is good for her. Then I came back in to a child that was jumping, elated, proud, and bleeding!
Let me tell you, I have 6 children, 4 older than her, and I have NEVER seen a child more excited about losing a tooth. She's been anticipating this moment for over a month when this tooth showed the first signs of looseness. This kid was beyond stoked. She was bouncing (literally). She was beside herself, and she felt accomplished and grown!
But all I could see was this little bitty tooth, in this little bitty hand, with that big old hole in her mouth that matched the hole in my heart. Today symbolized that my baby was growing up. No longer a "baby" indeed. She will be going to Kindergarten AND she lost her first tooth. It was a big day for us both but in such different ways.
So tonight she sleeps. She is happy and ready for the world. Under her pillow is a crisp $5 bill delivered by the tooth fairy. Today was big and I'm exhausted physically and emotionally. Why do they have to grow up so quickly and why do I have to let them go?
I'm holding tight to Bubby tonight. He's the only "baby" I have left and I'm thankful I'm allowed one more go at this! I'm blessed beyond words to have had at least one "baby" for 23 years running now. Not many are as lucky as I. But each time I have to let go, even just a little, it hurts (a lot)! Bug will go to school, she'll flourish, and she'll lose plenty more teeth. I'll let her fly as I've done the others but I don't have to be excited about it.
My Bug's growing up. I get that. But geesh...did it all have to happen in one day?