“Cherish every second. It goes by so fast.”

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Newt starts kindergarten a week from tomorrow. I think I’m ready.

I know that SHE is ready.

I vividly remember crying when she was 4 months old and the then 5 year olds were starting school. I remember dreading the day when she would start school. Granted….this was before I fully recognized I had a nasty case of postpartum anxiety, but that’s a post for another time. That child and that mom seem like strangers to me now.

Newt went to kindergarten camp at her new school a couple of weeks ago. When I was asking about her first day, she excitedly told me about the scavenger hunt for Pete the Cat, about her snack and about the different places she saw.  I asked if she met new friends and if they were nice. Her reply, “Oh yes! No one touched my bathing suit parts!” So, all in all, clearly successful. And she was apparently listening when her dad and I had the talk with her about private parts and safety.

Since I found out I was pregnant,  I have heard 2 statements more than any other. The first was ridiculous, “Get your sleep while you can.” That of course was what people said to warn me of how little babies sleep. It is true babies do NOT sleep, or at least mine didn’t, but it was laughable that I could get sleep when I was pregnant. I have never slept so poorly in my life.

The second statement I have taken to heart, “Cherish every second. It goes by so fast.” I have loved every developmental stage so far. And even if I didn’t necessarily like the stage (why did no one tell me threes are more challenging than the “terrible twos”?), I appreciate the good parts and how those struggles are necessary to help her become the person she is.

I don’t have a feeling of dread as we approach my baby starting big girl school. I don’t see that helpless little 4 month old anymore. I see a smart and sweet person. One who will watch Dr. Who marathons with me, whose new favorite word is conundrum, which she uses correctly in context. One who doesn’t want to steal the ball in soccer for fear of hurting her friends. One with rich fantasy play and one who loves Guy Fieri and special effects makeup, and Star Wars and high heels and cake.

I will cherish the time I have with her as I walk her to her classroom next week. I will try to cherish when she pulls away from me and doesn’t look back. I will cherish picking her up from her first day, wanting so badly to hear about all the details, knowing that she will fall asleep in the car before she can tell me much.

Kindergarten is going to be great! And I’m only going to cry a little bit.

I hope.

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