It's the last long weekend of the summer and the first day of school looms in the all too near future. For some of you this may be the very first day with the start of JK or Sk. For us, Tuesday means the first day of grade three and *gasp*...grade one! My baby is no longer a baby and I have to say, I'm having a little trouble dealing with it. She's more than ready and can't wait to meet her new teacher and sit at a big girl desk just like her sister. Though I would never dare to admit it in front of her, it is me who somehow isn't fully prepared for this.
I'm excited for her as she embarks on this new phase of full school days, but I'm also a little wistful as I remember that it wasn't so long ago when she spoke her first word and a transition meant moving on from mashed bananas to cheerios. I'm torn between eagerly anticipating her new academic adventures and wanting to cling to the "babyness" (for lack of a better word) of yesterday.
It'll pass, I know, but for now I'm going to get a little weepy as I flip through their baby books and pull out the hospital mementos. Then, tonight I'll try to talk my husband into baby #3 and he'll gently remind me of the sleepless nights, projectile vomit and potty training. The melancholy will end just in time for our school supplies shopping trip!