On one hand, I want to be excited for my son. I want him tackle obstacles on his own. I want him to learn from others what I'm unable to teach him. I want him to be independent and have life experiences that don't always include me -- I really do. But on the other hand, I want him to need me forever.
I have decided that I will allow this milestone to occur and I know there are more to come. I do hope though that she will enjoy the school bus ride and her first days as a kindergartner. I hope she makes new friends and soaks up all of the learning she can. Instead of growing up, let's call it moving forward. That feels less threatening and more encouraging, for both of us.