Summer is over.
Tomorrow is the beginning of a new school year.
This time of year has never affected me before. but this year... TOMORROW (!!!), Isabel will embark on the next chapter of her life as a kindergartener.
She has grown so much
She is starting to go on monkey bars by herself now.
She is a bit of a monkey herself too
And she is still a pretty dismal singer
Her reaction after watching herself on the video: "I didn't sing like that! That wasn't me!!"
I am sad that she will be leaving all the kids that she has grown up with since she was 2 months old.
Her best friend at school is feeling quite sad too...
And the boy Isabel intends to marry gave her a stuffed puppy to remember him by
(sweetest thing, EVER. My heart melts. I think I am more affected by this gesture than she is)
These people have been with her almost as long as I have, and I don't know how they do this, year after year of saying goodbye to kids who will most definitely not remember them or remember all that they did for them.
It has been 4 and a half years of joy and worry, contentment and frustration, guilt of feeling like I can never do enough and pride that she has turned out the way she did (Though there are more that some parts of her personality that just makes me want to throw up my hands and give up)
And the journey has barely even started.
Momma loves you, my not-so-baby girl.