This kid. That's right, she's a kid. She's not a baby or a toddler anymore. She's a 4 (almost 5) year old kid. I don't know how that happened. Sometimes I get sad that she's not my little baby anymore. That I don't get to rock her to sleep every night or that I can't keep her with me forever, safe and sound. But my mom says that I have to look forward to how exciting all the new things that she gets to experience now are going to be. I'm trying but I have to tell you that when I found out Kindergarten next year is full day and she has to ride a bus, I had a little meltdown. A crying to my mom and sister on the phone about how I'm not ready meltdown. I apparently like to make everything about me. :) But man, that was crazy fast! Would I be terrible if I decide to drive her to school anyway? I guess I just want to shield her for as long as possible from pretty much everything, in this case, bullies on the bus (which may not exist btw but I've decided totally do). We'll see.
Someone recently told me that if you look too far ahead you will always think you're not ready for the next stage in your child's life. But if you take it one day at a time, when that day comes you will realize you are completely ready. So I guess I'll just do that. Because like it or not, she's growing up and I'm just going to have to get a grip (do people say "get a grip" anymore? Love that saying). And whether I've had much to do with it or not, I think she's turning out to be a pretty cool kid who I love like crazy.