I still remember dropping her off at preschool like it was yesterday. I was a mess, and if I'm going to be completely honest I kind of wanted her to more of a mess. She took her teacher's hand and never looked back. I on the other hand crept all stalker-like around the building to the window and just watched her with tears forming in my eyes. She was fine. I was not. I bawled into the steering wheel once I got to my van. It took all my willpower to not rush back into the school grab her up into my arms and run for the hills.
I know I asked "where did the time go?" that day. The thing is I brought her home 4 hrs later. When she leaves home for college this August she won't be back home any time soon. I won't be seeing her everyday after school like I do now.
I know parents always say things like "I can't wait for her to be out my house". I don't. I caution parents with young kids to be careful what you wish for because some day sooner that you'll believe you'll be asking "where did the time go?", with tears in your eyes just like me.
