ready or not…
November 13, 2011
Behind my back.
She is ready. She has her toothbrush, pajamas, hairbrush, snack and stuffed puppy. In her mind it is a done deal.
But she is five.
She arranged the sleepover invitation to Zoe’s by herself. After many meetings on the playground and in the hammock.
She has dreamed about this for years, well, five years. It is time.
(But I am not ready.)
My other daughters waited until they were closer to seven or eight. But this one is ready now, she says, over and over.
She sleeps well, and is totally fine in new situations. She knows she has never slept with out her mother or her father near. She doesn’t care.
But, it’s not about me.
Off she goes…ready or not.