Birdie starts kindergarten tomorrow morning, so I'm a bit of an emotional wreck. She asked me the other day to not cry about it anymore (I cried after we took a tour of her school). I asked her if it was embarrassing, and she said: No. It makes me sad.
So, I told her I would be brave and wouldn't cry, but when she requested "Sweet Baby James" as her bed time song tonight, it was a test of wills to not cry. Today I found out a lovely friend of mine is pregnant with her first baby, and my other amazing friend delivered her fourth baby girl today, and I just couldn't help but think about them and how I would sing this to Birdie when she was a baby and we lived on the turnpike (from Stockbridge to Boston).
Anyway, my darling girl, we are so proud of you. As much as it makes my heart ache to send you out into the great big world, that's my job. I'm so proud to be your momma, and I will cherish these five years of spending all of our hours together forever and ever.
Photo credit: Jessica Knupp (one of my Shot by Momma students)
Also, I've never thought Birdie and I look alike. At all. But, (even though this looks exactly like Winston to me) when I came across this old photo the other day, I recognized this expression from Birdie. Maybe she's mine, after all.