So it is official, I have a pre-schooler. Seriously, when the heck did this happen? Wasn’t it just yesterday that they let us take her out of the hospital and go home with her? Weren’t we just getting up at all hours of the night feeding and changing diapers? Well I guess it hasn’t bee as recent as my memory would like it to be. My little one started pre-school, in case you missed it the last couple of times I wrote it. I know it is going to be an amazing experience for her, and for me, as I embark on being able to figure out what I want to do next with my life. She comes home and tells me stories of Miss so and so helping her outside and Miss so and so rubbing her back during nap time. Seriously, my kid hasn’t napped at home for a year and you got her to nap?!? I say alleluia!! The hard part of all of this isn’t letting her go, well that is a little, but preparing for all of the new adventures she will have without me. All of the first that may now not happen with me present. She is growing up into a little lady with a mission to take on the world!
With the 15th Anniversary of September 11th being a few days ago, I think about all of the things that we will have to explain to her. Some in the distant past and some in the not so distant past. I think about what she may face down the road as a female. I think about how early bullying comes into play today. I think about how I was called a minority back in the day for being Greek and still remember how offended I was by that. I think about how much harder work it will be to make sure she has the same Greek values and traditions that I grew up with being one generation removed from the immigration. As I’m told often sometimes I need to just stop thinking!! My baby is no longer a baby, but she’ll always be my baby. So with that I leave you my friends.