Last week, my daughter had her first drop-off playdate. I used to dreamed of the day when I'd be able to run to the grocery store while someone else's mom watched the kids. But walking away from that playdate was a bit of a wake-up call. She's growing up.
When I was pregnant, I tried to imagine what you'd be like. I thought you might like flowers and the color pink, so I decorated your room in violets and made you a rose-colored quilt. Today, your bedroom is covered in Star Wars posters and pictures of sharks.