I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
When did my beautiful baby decide that it's not cool to be touched, talked to, or even in the same vacinity as her mother? At least in public. Friday we went to tour her new school. I thought maybe my baby would need some reassuring arm around the back, or a squeeze of the hand. But instead she slowly slinked away. Kinda made my heart break a little. My little girl doesn't need me like she use to. I can't protect her from the world, and she doesn't want me to. She stood tall, asked questions learned everything she needed to know about how to get around this whole new place. I sat there biting my nails and wanting to take my baby back home with me and away from all these strangers.
Today she got dressed all by herself without help or arguement for her first day of school. She was on time and rearing to go. She even double checked that I had all the registration paperwork I needed. When did she get so responsible too?
When walking into the building I heard her mumble, "It's so embarrassing walking in the school with your mom."
"Um, what was that little girl????? Did you say being seen with me was embarassing????" Ouch...another crack in my heart.
I love it! I love it! I love it!
This means that my beautiful young lady is right where she should be. She's gaining her own identity. She's an independant, confident person and that makes me proud of her. She can handle herself and that means I am doing my job right. It makes me happy to see her come into her own, and I am lucky to be along for the ride.
So today we made a pact. I promise to not hug, touch or hold her hand in public, IF she promises to let me anytime I want to when we aren't in public. I think that's fair.
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