Sophia Love

sweet sophie girl.  you are going to school now.

although the first week you desired to be there, this week, you don't want to go.  and it takes awhile for you to warm up to the idea of being there.  i stay for a bit to watch you settle in and start to play with play dough.  your teachers seem nice and they are creative at how to get  you to feel comfortable.

how did it happen that you are now old enough to go to pre school?  it's good that you're in school--you enjoy learning.  you're responsive to teaching.  of course i  miss you, but it's also natural--this next step. preparing you for kindergarten and all that lays ahead.

i tell you that "mommy always comes back.  and i'll be so happy to see you when i return."

but i do miss just-us-with-audrey days too.  i'm glad you're going only 4 days a week for that.

and there is a bit of sadness when there are five or six hours of your day that is kind of secret.  that i don't really know what you did (not all of the details of when i was present with you).  and so it begins...we ask you what you did, and you usually reply, "nothing."  what?!  can you say that all ready.  that's a word reserved for your teenage years.  but eventually we pull something out of you and get a small idea of what your day was like.  and sometimes, later in the day when you're home, you'll start to sing a song i've never heard of before.  you ask me to help you sing it, but i have to say, i don't know that one.

this is you becoming you.  little by little.  growing like you should, apart from mom and dad.  sometimes mommy is filled with both sadness and eager excitement at this change.

Where are you going, my little one, little one,
Where are you going, my baby, my own?Turn around and you're two, Turn around and you're four,Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door.Turn around, turn around, Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door.

Where are you going, my little one, little one,

Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're tiny,
Turn around and you're grown, 
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.