In the very early hours of this morning I filled out a mock High School Diploma for my son to turn in on the first day of senior year.
A few hours after he left on the bus for his last first day of school, I walked my excited 4th grader to her school.
She was decked out in her "favorite" new outfit ~ a plaid button up with a tank underneath, skinny jeans and these fabulous glittery combat boots that she.HAD.to.have.
Her outfit was not unlike something I wore to a White Zombie concert at the old Limelight in NYC in the early 90's.
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" and "What goes around comes around" ~ these cliches all apply to Miss "I'm Not A Girly Girl".
But it was also a melancholy morning for a lot of reasons.
My boy will officially be a man this Saturday as we celebrate his 18th birthday. It was tough to know that this was the last time I'll stand at the door discreetly watching to make sure he gets on the bus safely.
My daughter chatted with me and held my hand as we walked to her school. But then she would only let me walk her to the crossing guard. She didn't want me to cross the street with her and walk her to the front of the school.
I stood there on the corner and watched her confidently walk away and I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't break a little when she didn't turn her head to look back at me and smile and wave.
Like she used to.
The kids don't need me as much anymore and it makes me sad.
As I walked back home alone I thought about how nice it was to walk those sidewalks with her every day.
I reflected on how much I loved taking that sabbatical from working this time last year and what an awesome housewife I make.
Tomorrow I am off to NYC for Fashion's Night Out to help support an event the company I work for is running; complete with celebrity guest.
I'll be tearing through my closet in a few minutes searching for the perfect outfit, accessories and shoes to wear.
There will be a DJ, catered food, cameras flashing all over....my stomach will be fluttering all day in anticipation.
While that girl in me who loves the rush and excitement of bright city lights, events and excitement is getting her fill of the fabulous life she knows she was made for tomorrow night, the other girl in me who loves to just be a mom will sorely miss walking down those sidewalks.