Friday night was Ada’s preschool graduation.
And I handled it very well, if I do say so myself.
After I barely held it together at the Christmas program and had a panic attack attending kindergarten round-up, I was a little fearful as to how I would handle the momentous occasion of my four-year-old traipsing down the aisle in a matching cap and gown.
But it went swimmingly.
I didn’t even tear up at all, in fact.
Maybe I’m finally accepting that my children are growing up. Or maybe I’m just growing too tired to notice.
But deep down, I must admit that I think it primarily has to do with the fact that it brings me such peace to see how happy Ada is as she grows.
She loves school. She loves being around people. She is growing and thriving and I am in awe that the little baby we brought home from the hospital five years ago is growing up into a little lady.
And although part of that is, I’m sure, just genetics and some luck, I know that the rest of is us, her family. The fact that she is surrounded by love–grandparents that would join us, an aunt and uncle giving up a Friday night to support her–is giving her that environment that she needs to feel safe and secure to explore the world.
And it’s a beautiful thing to watch.
Aside from being proud of myself for making it through preschool graduation, here’s what else I’ve been up to in the writing world this week: