First Day

My daughter started preschool last month, and although, I did not cry on the first day, I was at my mom's one afternoon when the bus dropped her off and I did get teary-eyed then. My daughter. How do I put into words the feelings of love and frustration this child instills in me? From the moment she was born, this beautiful daughter and I have cuddled, laughed, cried, and read bedtime stories together. Now that she is close to being five, is in school, and has an attitude equaling a 16 year old, I am hoping for just a few more moments of mother-daughter times before I am viewed as "Mother" instead of Momma or Mommy. Where has all the time gone? I was told when she was born to enjoy those moments because time flies. How right that person was.

This is Rae and her Daddy on her first day of preschool