A little over three years ago, I walked down a long hallway at church and dropped my baby off for the first time in the nursery. A few months later, I left her for the first time with people I didn't know at her little preschool. It was hard, but each step of the way God has provided amazing teachers for her who have loved her and have seen in her all the amazing things we see.
This morning at church, Kate moved to a new class, upstairs. Tomorrow morning at school, she moves to a new class, upstairs. I don't know why, but this just feels like a big step. Like everyone else in her life is seeing what I see, that she's not a baby anymore. Not even a toddler. She's a little girl.
She rationalizes. She takes care of her little brother. Tonight in the bathtub we had a conversation about compassion. She wants to wear pink shoes and a dress to school because that's what the other little girls wear.
I can't lie, I'm not ready to let go of the baby years yet. I miss her chubby little cheeks and fingers. But I'm already seeing the amazing plans God has for her life unfold and I can't wait to see what He has in store. So let's do this, God. Let's go upstairs.
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| Kate with her little friend Isabella (left) when they were two. They're still in the same class and still great buds! |
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| Here they are this morning! Big girl and boy heading upstairs to their new classes. |
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