Today was the last day of school. My girl is moving up to bigger and better things.
I'm watching my little girl grow into this little person. A person with thoughts, feelings, opinions (some I may like, some not so much) and choices.
Where did she come from?
I'm feeling very melancholy today.
I am so proud of her (and me) yet so sad that my little girl is changing. She'll always be my baby but I see her leaning more and more towards independence. I am witnessing her shift between needing me and not needing me so much and her being scared because she doesn't need me as much anymore. And I am on the sidelines cheering her on, while silently mourning the loss of my baby.
This dichotomy in motherhood is agonizing.
I want her to succeed in everything she tries, but I want her to always need to have me around.
Then, I worry that needing me too much will be devastation for her if some day I can't be there for her.
How do we face these things head on?
How do we let them know that they are capable of it all, when you are not so sure of that yourself?
My heart breaks just a little today.
One of the many times it will shatter just a little for my girl.
This gig is damn hard some days.