I am one who mourns milestones. No child of mine has ever had a birthday when I didn't feel sad. No child of mine has ever taken first steps, said first words, or become potty trained without a bit of sadness on my part. I accept that they are growing up but I hate it. I think part of it is because I'm good at the baby thing but I'm not so sure how good I'm going to be at the rest of it.
This situation is different, however. Drew starts kindergarten in less than a week. She's more than ready and so am I because I know that she is. If she was holding on to my legs and worried about being left there I would be emotional but she's not that kid. She is capable, independent, and ready. I guess that means I am, too. What choice do I have? I can't have her drying MY tears come Monday. Can I?