Tomorrow morning I’m going to do something that has always seemed so very far out there that the time would never come.

I’m going to register Becca for kindergarten.

I can remember when Abby was a baby, thinking about how far off it seemed before she would be school-aged. And here I sit now with two kids in school and a third about to start ‘real’ school this year. THIS year.

Isn’t she my baby? The little one who crawled, toddled, walked then ran after her big sisters, always trying to keep up and so sure that she could already do everything that they could? But not really big enough to do so?

I’ve spent years telling Becca to wait, that she’s not old enough yet, that she’s still little, that there’s still time to enjoy my ‘baby’ before she grows up and away from me.

But she’s not a baby anymore. Nor a toddler, or soon to be even a preschooler either. No, in September I will be the proud mother of (what will most likely be) my last kindergartner. And as much as it will be exciting to see her start off on her school journey, and as happy as we’ll be for our family to move toward needing less daycare when (or if) I find a full-time job again, it will be sort of sad too.

Not for her though – no, this little girl is all over the fact that she’s heading off to kindergarten next year. Of course, she’s already a ‘big girl’ who’s about to turn 5 in less than two weeks. And is she ever excited about it…

Five years old!!

I just don’t know where the time has gone…