When did it happen?

That Bug would be old enough to go to preschool? I wish someone would have told me sad/exciting this would be. We met with her teacher today and as I am walking down the hall with her little hand in mine, I couldn't stop thinking that this is it. Soon she won't want to hold my hand in public, kissing and hugging me will be out of the question, she won't be just my baby anymore...She will have friends and eventually (GOD FORBID!) boyfriends. My mind, with just that short walk down the hallway of school, was seeing driver's ed, prom, graduation, grand babies. It was hard not to cry. I know, I know, it's just preschool, but let me tell you it's knowing that someone else is going to start shaping her life and it isn't just me anymore that is hard. Daycare was easy because Bug was there since the beginning. This is new and shiny. Or as how Bug summed it up when I asked if she liked her school "PERFECT!"

On a brighter note.

Bug is the smallest girl in her class and the teacher informed me that usually, in her 32 years of teaching preschool, that the littlest girl is the boss. Now part of me was saying, "OH NO, Bug is going to be the bully!" while the other part of me is saying, "Yes! Bug won't be picked on!"

Well the first day is Monday. I will let you know how well I do!