Katherine starts 3rd grade tomorrow. She is beyond excited. I, on the other hand, am not sure what to feel. Proud? Sad? Scared? Nostalgic? All of the above? "Third grade" sounds...old. It seems like, oh, a few months ago that Katherine looked like this.
I want to build a coccoon around Katherine. I want to protect her from all the hard lessons of the world. And of 3rd grade. But I know I can't. And I want her to grow into an adult who can stand strong when the world comes crashing down. So, tomorrow morning I will let her march off to Mrs. B's room, with her highlighters and notebook paper and pens. And I'll even put on a big smile. But that doesn't mean that I won't mourn the loss of her innocence. And of mine.