Today my little P left for school in the morning with her sisters for the first time.
Until now she’s attended afternoon pre-K so she and I spent every morning together. Her little hands raised in the air as I pull on her shirt. Her hand on mine as I lift her up to sit on the toilet. Her tiny hand hidden in mine as we cross the street.
Right now her little hand is holding her friend’s or maybe someone else’s mom’s hand as she climbs into a big yellow bus for the first time. Her little hands are exploring the wonders of the children’s museum as she walks around on her first ever class trip. Her little hands are opening her brown paper bag to grab her chips and eat her lunch.
Her little hands, far away from mine.
Today my big P left for school in the morning with her sisters for the first time.
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6 thoughts on “Her Little Hands Far Away from Mine”
Sad but true…they move away from us onto big life stuff! That’s why we cherish the moments we have! 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
Aw, that tugged at my heartstrings. Good post, mama.
Thanks Morgan. I confess I burst into tears after I wrote the last line.
I don’t blame you.
Little hands that trust and explore the world around her. Enjoy all your moments.
My son graduates preschool Monday. It’s also his birthday. I’m a little teary now too.