Last Sunday I ventured out to Target to pick up the items on Delaney's school supplies list.
And maybe a few other necessities. Ahem.
As I chose glue, markers, wipes, stuff for her lunchbox, etc. it hit me - my little girl is growing up.
Yes, I already knew that. After all, she's taken to calling herself a "big girl" and is growing taller, knows SO many words, is a total smarty pants, and has a personality all her own. But something about sending her out into the world still feels different. Until now, she's been with her grandmas all day during the week - and still will be, since she's just going 3 days a week to preschool.
We are so excited for her to start preschool. She'll love making friends and learning new things. We are so happy there was a spot for her at Grace, where she'll learn more about Jesus and continue planting the seeds of her faith.
Her first birthday I didn't feel sad or upset at all. Maybe a little bittersweet, but mostly excited for what the future would bring. I have had so much fun this year. Many more years of fun are yet to come, but turning 2 is a little bittersweet for me. Delaney is a little girl now, and has left most of her baby habits in the dust - other than diapers, which I am more than happy to say goodbye to!
This month we'll work on transitioning her to a toddler bed, this fall we'll attempt to potty train her, and we'll continue what we've already been working on - teaching her to stay the kind, compassionate, and loving little girl that she already is.
Moms, was the first or second birthday more of a milestone to you? After 2, did you feel like you had a little kid on your hands, and your baby was all gone?