It snuck up on me. I thought I had more time. I am in complete denial. I signed up Eliana for school. Not preschool, but real, honest to God, kindergarten.
I have struggled with this for a while. I like my oldest child. A lot. I love to talk to her, which is good because she is rarely quiet. I love hearing how her mind works and answering her questions. I have loved teaching her to read, learning about kittens, helping her help me cook. I don't want to send her away, not even for half a day. Her sisters love her, she keeps the peace and is my second set of hands. I'm not ready for her to be big and worse, gone.
And yet. Eliana loves people and is beside herself excited at the idea of going to school. She loves to learn and be big. It would do Addilyn good to be the big kid in the house. I think I am learning to let go.
We visited the school we would like her to go to. Eliana was impressed, she was ecstatic about the library and impressed with the playground. Matt and I love the multiple age groupings and the hands on learning. We loved the low teacher/student ratio and the emphasis on independence.
So we enter the age of the school age child. I'm not ready.