On one hand I’m ecstatic for the first of September as it is the gateway to my favorite time of year.
It’s also bittersweet as in just a few days my little girl starts kindergarten.
We were up north at the county fair (actually we went to two different fairs) a couple weeks ago and as my little girl whizzed by on the various rides, it occurred to me that it was a perfect example of time in its perpetual motion.
There she was going ’round and ’round while I stood there – not moving – just watching and waving at her.
And I thought, my goodness where has the time gone?
Just yesterday, she was a baby in my arms. Just yesterday she was eating her first solid food of mashed avocado. Just yesterday she was babbling her first words and stumbling into her first steps. And now in just a few days, she will start her first day of school.
For quite a while now, I’ve dreaded this day.
I’m not looking forward to those hours of silence in the house while she is away at school. I know I’ll gradually get used to it. I know I may even start to enjoy those few hours to myself – something I have not had since she was born.
But right now my heart aches just a bit.