Friday September seventh was my baby's very first day of school.
My last baby, to be exact. The baby that I didn't know would necessarily be my last baby. It seems though, that without some major changes to current conditions, she will be.
And she's not a baby anymore.
She was so happy to go. SO happy. She's been ready to go to school for some time now. She packed her own snack in the morning (a mini cucumber and a graham cracker), she picked out her own clothes and dressed herself, and she let me put her hair in pigtails for the first time ever. She wanted "big girl hair".
As we waited to get in line, she bobbed up and down, waving hello at all the other kids. She smiled and chatted, and proudly showed off her new backpack. When the big door opened, she disappeared inside without a backwards glance.
I know that that means I've prepared her, and that she was ready, and that she knew without a doubt that I would be there waiting when the door opened again. But still.
There is no Mummy there. No Daddy. She doesn't have to share her class with her sister. It is all hers.
But you know what? I don't even really have time to miss her. "Free time" my butt.