My little one fledged the nest today.
The last few weeks, when we asked Wyokiddo about starting school, all she would say is “I’m a little nervous. It’s a lot bigger.”
So this morning, I expected some anxious moments, maybe even some tears.
From the minute she woke up this morning, she was smiles and sunshine. I offered yet again to drive her to school, but she insisted she would ride the bus. When the bus came, she climbed in like she owned the thing.
Outdoor Guy and I followed behind in the car with a grocery sack of school supplies and Kleenex. Without any fuss or fanfare, Wyokiddo listened to her teacher as she explained the morning routine. Then it was off to recess to see her friends. No tears, no hesitation. Just a dismissive wave and she was gone.
It will be a bit of a transition for me. For five years, the curly-haired dynamo has been my shotgun rider. To town, to photoshoots, exploring around the county– she was my partner-in-crime and willing duet partner. We’ll both have to get used to a new normal.
I was doing okay until editing some photos later this morning and “Shotgun Rider” by Tim McGraw started playing on Amazon Music. That’s when MY tears started falling.
Roll, won’t you come roll with me slow, fast, full speed
Girl wherever sweet time takes us
Hang, with me down this old road
Only God knows where we’ll go
Don’t matter long as I’ve got your love
I am in awe of the confidence and the zeal with which my daughter attacks life. Wyokiddo has such an amazing little spirit and sweet heart. That coupled with a silly sense of humor and a sharp-mind makes me one blessed mama.
Being a stay-at-home mom hasn’t always been easy. There were moments I wished for more free time to pursue a hobby, or just an uninterrupted shower. But it’s also been the most amazing gift to see my baby girl grow, learn and change.
As she grows, she’ll need me less and less. And that’s okay. Because I know our days together helped prepare her for these moments of independence. She can tackle the world, then come home and have a snack and tell me all about it. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
No I don’t ever wanna know,
No other shotgun rider,
Singin’ to the radio,
You’re my shotgun rider.