Tonight my first-born had her first "official" school concert. Sure, I've been to preschool performances, but this one tonight had real, heartfelt significance for me.
It's the beginning of the end of her babyhood.
It's difficult to envision my baby as an honest-to-goodness big kid. But that's what has happened. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of the wonderfully bright, smart, kind and outgoing little girl she has become. But, a part of me doesn't want my kids to grow up.
I want to just stop time...rewind moments of regret to make right some of my mistakes. I need time to etch their milestones on my (notoriously bad) memory and try harder to cherish every second I spend with them. Instead of looking back, I need to look forward to the amazing milestones ahead.
It's tough to admit they're growing up, and even tougher letting go.