Wednesday, July 18, 2012
The more things change
This summer is the first summer.
This summer is the last summer.
Her first summer of camp. Camps.
My random musings post made mention of her attending farm camp.
She loved it. We weren't so sure.
It's hot here in North Carolina. Freaking hot.
Next year we'll skip the outdoor camp-type things.
We'll stick with where she is now.
Museum camp is lots of fun.
She's outside. SOMETIMES.
But mostly inside. Which is good. Very good.
And it's structured.
It's what my beautiful little girl needs.
Because while this is her first summer of camps this is her last summer before school starts.
She starts Kindergarten in August and it blows my mind.
How is it possible?
Where is my little girl?
She's still there, I know.
Underneath all that sass.
Behind the braids and the funky sneakers.
She's there. Staring back at me. As I watch her continue to grow.
I can't believe it.
I can barely breathe.
It happened in a blink.
Where she was, is, went, goes.
It's all different.
It's all the same.
And it will continue to be.
For that is what motherhood is.
Watching, waiting, holding your breath.
As your little ones take flight.
And you can only hope you've taught them how to appropriately use their wings.