Enamoured with preschool, she runs from me and toward her class as I yell after her, "Don't forget to give me a hug goodbye!" A hug that is more for her mama than for her. And in that moment there is a change. This little one who was once my girl, is now a girl. Lost in the crowd of other children and teachers. She is now her own, in an independent world that is not mine, that I have no part of. She hangs up her backpack and sits down with the other kids. I try to catch a last glimpse of her as I head out the door. She is so tall. So content. So sure. I burst with pride and let the outside breeze dry my eyes.
