Friday we plan to sign Kelsey up for preschool in September. Wasn’t she just born? How will she go without me, breathe without me, exist without me, ME, the womb from which she sprang into the world? The umbilical cord that used to link us is just a cute belly button, mocking my separation distress, delineating her separateness from me. And thus the letting go begins. First, it’s a few hours twice a week. Then it’s thrice a week. Soon, she’ll be gone from me all day long. And she won’t miss me. And my arms will ache with the loss of her hugs.
Oh, wait… I have another daughter! Silly me. I’ll be fine.