The slow independence
Two weeks ago Junia got so mad at me when I suggested that perhaps we say goodbye before her classroom door.
She didn't want to discuss it.
And then yesterday one the way into the school she just turned and said, "goodbye."
With a kiss from me and a kiss to the baby she was gone.
Wisked away into little girlhood.
She was confident to walk down the hallway and take care of things all by herself.
I had asked for this moment from her.
Hauling the baby and the stroller and sometimes the middle sister all feels like a lot when all I am doing is walking her to her classroom door.
My arms are too full. And honestly, I know this girl. She can handle it.
But in that moment, in the unexpected departure.
In the surprise of brazen independence.
I wanted to cry.
But because I dream of my child being independent and free. I just smiled. And that smile I meant.
Oh that girl.
She had been thinking about it.
These kids, they do their own thing.
They are so fully their own people.
It is not shocking to me that I am an individual.
But it is shocking to me that my kids are so separate from me.