That moment that I thought would never come happened yesterday.
We went to a park before heading out on the road to start out trip home. I wanted to get going, I had a long drive ahead of me. I started my countdown. I gave her 10 more minutes. I went to get her to tell her it was time.
“But I don’t want to leave, can I please have more time?”
“Okay, how about five more minutes?”
And off she went to play.
There was no meltdown, there was no yelling, there was no carrying her kicking and screaming back to the car. There was a conversation, politeness and an agreement. When those next five minutes were up she still didn’t want to leave but we did.
I used to cringe just thinking about getting her to leave a place. After a bad tantrum I used to not want to go to a park again. I used to wrestle her into her car seat and then slam the door and cry.
And now she’s 4 and starting kindergarten in two weeks and she’s grown up. And it makes me want to stop those moms with babies on the street and tell them how fast it goes just like other moms told me. So fast. I could get whiplash.
I have no doubt in my mind that she’s ready for the changes that are coming up. She’ll enjoy school and behave herself there. She’ll make friends. The teachers will love her.
But this is the end of an era. The her and me times. We’ve been such a great team the two of us, having adventures for four years. This is the start of a new life, living with school year and summer. I’m going to miss her, and mourn the times we’ve had, when I was a stay at home mom and she was always up for adventure.