This morning, I take the girls to register B for kindergarten. KINDERGARTEN! How in the world have we gotten to this place, where my baby, my little sweet curly-haired baby, is old enough for kindergarten?
The other day, B told me that her daddy said he was sad that she was growing up. I corrected her. "Well, Daddy's not sad that you're growing up, because that's a good thing. You're supposed to grow up, because that means you're healthy and strong, and we're happy about that. Daddy's probably feeling...wistful.'
"What does wiss-fo mean?"
"It means that our hearts just want time to slow down a bit, so we can enjoy all these moments with you before you grow up."
That seemed to satisfy her, so in normal child fashion, she changed the subject.
I've kept the thought in my head since then, however. And now, today, as I prepare to enroll my firstborn in school, I'm not quite feeling sad, but...wistful.
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