Today Button started school.

She has been bursting at the seams with excitement about this for months…as have I.

She’s so ready for this.  She’s itching to learn and is convinced, in the way only a 4 year old can be, that she is a Very Big Girl.  Which is why I’m ready for it too.  With the best will in the world, I am not enough excitement for her.

I am her port in a storm.

I am her comfort when she is hurt or scared.

I am the boundary to be pushed.

I am the provider of cookies and milk and movies.

And huggles and kisses and stories and songs (although Daddy is much better at those than I).

And a million other good things.

But I am not enough.

And that, dear reader, is exactly how it should be at this point in her life.

And so today, she took the first steps to independence and education.

I although I swore I wouldn’t, I did shed a tear (or two…).

Not because I’m sad to be losing my baby to the world (because I’ll always be here for her).

Or that she isn’t a baby any more (although that really does suck…I’m not at all sure how that happened).

No, today I shed a tear of pride at the little girl, who is physically one of the smaller children in the class (look at those double rolled sleeves!) but who has the biggest heart I’ve ever encountered.  Who, after chiding me to ensure she “didn’t miss her class”, and shucking her coat at high speed, had, within a further 30 seconds, approached a rather worried looking little girl and asked her name.

Having introduced herself, she promptly declared “Lets be friends.  Lets go and play”.

I think she’s going to do just fine in the big wide world. Don’t you?