"Mommy, since it's gonna be Mother's Day, you can pick what I will be. Space explorer, paleontologist, farmer, movie star, or a super star. Which will it be?"
I say, entomologist (she's got a strange interest in bugs and is a natural scientist, I've been pushing entomology, she just can't ever remember how to pronounce it).
"But mommy! I really want to go space! I'm going to name a planet!"
I say, you can name a planet from Earth.
She looks at me, confused. "I will name it here, but then I get to go visit it!"
I frown. Not a huge fan of the thought of space exploration. I tell her she can be an astronaut if she chooses to, but that I will miss her.
So she pinky swears with me that she will come back as soon as she can.
Then it hits me. Bam.
Some day she really will go.
Maybe not to space. But somewhere. A university. A dorm.
It knocked the breath out of me a little. I'm not usually quite so sappy, but it hit me. She won't be here, telling me ridiculous jokes, demanding another episode of Zack & Cody. Not forever.
Wow. That's too much for this Friday.
I'm just going to hang on to kindergarten. And my five-year old. For now.