I went to my daughter's school's orientation last night. She is going to an environmental school near our home. It was thrilling and terrifying all at the same time.
Most parents go through the anxiety of sending their first child off to school much earlier. My daughter will be in 6th grade. I feel this melancholy rush of longing. "Wait!" my Mommie soul screams. "I still want to play in the park, I still want to gather leaves and jump in them, I still want to go to the children's museum and play--I still want to see you all day, every day!"
This is the first birth pangs of the adult that I will turn loose in the world. I know there are many more tearing, screaming moments ahead. They will not be all terrible, but a sweet blend of joy and pain.
She is so excited to launch into this big green world that's been in our back yard for all these years. I am launching too, into a world where I don't hold her so closely with my hand, and squeeze her all that more tightly with my heart.
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