My daughter started 5th grade. The last year of elementary school. Every time I think about it, I get a lump in my throat, my eyes fill with tears and my chest constricts.
I’m sitting by her bed as I write. She’s asleep. Blissfully unaware of the mother falling to pieces beside her.
How did this happen? How did she get so big, so fast?
She looks like a person. A real, full-grown person. Not a child. Not a baby. Just a person.
And as I look at her, I wonder. Did I do it all right? Who am I kidding. I know I didn’t do it all right. Did I do anything right? [Read More…]