A first grader now, she's taking a summer class to learn Spanish. Yesterday I dropped her off and she was so brave. I was worried, since it's a different school than her neighborhood school. Would she be upset? Would she cry when I left? Nope.
When I picked her up, she told me about the day and what she'd learned and then said she'd felt a little nervous when I dropped her off. You wouldn't have known it, she was so cool.
Today when I picked her up, we played on the playground for a bit. I was amazed, watching her long legs run around, doing things that school-agers do. Look mom, look how high I can climb. Look mom, I can reach this bar if I jump.
Suddenly my baby girl is this lanky, smart girl. Someone I can picture taking trips with. Someone that I plan to drag to musical theatre. Someone who has taken my heart and wrapped it right around her own.
I can't believe it's you.