Punkin and I just got back home from dropping off Shortcake at her first night of Vacation Bible School, her first (and only) preschool-like experience to date. I didn't expect anything less, but she practically ran into the church, had to be reminded twice to wait for me to finish official business, and then took off on her own toward the designated classroom once we were all signed in. She looked back only once - and very briefly at that - before joining the other preschoolers in a coloring activity.
She would have been fine if I had just walked away. She wouldn't have wondered where I went or when I'd be back to pick her up. It was my own inability to let go that forced me to walk into the room to give her just one more hug, another word of encouragement, one last kiss on the head. And still, I walked back to the car with a lump in my throat.
Please tell me. If two hours of a week long church sponsored program has me this worked up, how in the world am I ever going to send her to kindergarten?