Watching in the rear view mirror, as the girls climbed on the bus this morning, was like an analogy of my life as their Momma.
Looking back at all we have done together, all that I wish I had done differently, all that slipped through my fingers no matter how hard I tried to hold on. They just keep climbing and growing, moving away from me without looking back.
It is good and right, my task is to prepare them to flee our safe haven and face the world. It just isn't easy.
I'm not ready for Cailin to head to high school. nor am I ready for her little sister to ride the bus alone, walking home from the bus stop solo, instead of head close to her sister's, giggling secret sister laughter as they head home to me.
I may not be ready, but they are, and once again, I am reminded that parenting is not about me.