Yesterday was her pre-k graduation and she will be starting kindergarten in the fall. She won't be in the same building as me, I won't be taking her to school, she'll be riding the bus home. CJ will be in a big, huge school, with new people all around her. My hand holding her hand is being stretched out even more.
I mean, she's awesome, she's brave while still being cautious, she's friendly, smart, caring, and has the most beautiful soul. Teachers adore her, kids want to be around her, she will do great. I will do horribly.
One day Carter told Marc that she was glad she came out first. She explained to Marc that she was in my belly with Gabriel and Harper and she was happy she came out before them. Well, I am too. She's a great "guinea pig". She excuses my faults, accepts my apologies, and helps me grow in to a good mom. A mom worthy of her love. Carty has always been a go with the flow kind of gal. She's up for anything. From minute one she has been our buddy.
She's the best.
The absolute best. I am grateful for that girl.
When you first hold your child, you're in love. You are mesmerized that this creature is yours. But you know what, that love is NOTHING compared to what grows as you get to know them. As you see them emerge as their own person. They have their own likes, dreams, wishes, fears, their very own view of the world. And sometimes little glimmers of yourself shine through and you cannot help but laugh that someone else in this world can be so much like you.
I am so proud of CJP. Despite me royally screwing her up, she's managed to turn out ok, so far! All those days and nights I cried thinking I was the worst mom to ever walk the planet, all those times I cried because I was exhausted and didn't know what the hell I was doing, the phone calls to anyone willing to listen to me, all led to this moment. The moment I could sit back and beam with pride.
If I am such a mess over preschool, what the heck will I be like at high school graduation? And college? Don't get me started on her wedding. Ey yi yi!
The best and worst part about kids is they grow up and become independent, exactly what you want them to be!
My baby girl walking in to the ceremony!!
Joy oozes out of her.
Walking across the stage to accept her diploma.
Her favorite color is red, the thing she'll miss most about preschool is playing with her friends, and when she grows up she wants to be a cooker.
I'm holding on tight, she's ready to go. *tears*
At least I know she'll always be silly!!!
"As the present now will later be past..for the times they are a-changin'."