My younger daughter will trick-or-treat tonight, and for the first time, she doesn’t need me to go with her. Another bittersweet milestone. I am thankful every day that my girls are growing into wonderful young women, and I did not want more children so I could fully focus on the two, but these moments give me pause.
As the end of their childhoods nears, I’m feeling a mixture of pride and sadness. It may seem like it passed in the blink of an eye, but the sleepless nights, diapers, and nannies are becoming harder to recall. My memories are a heady blend of summers, school events, ski trips, birthdays, great times, hard times– all the experiences that make up the story of my family’s life.
Tonight, I will snap her picture, and then wait in the car just up the street while she ventures out into the world (almost) on her own.