There goes my cub

Well, I did it.  I let my little Baby Cub walk to school all on her own and I stayed home.  Now before you laugh and go "Well, Mom, she is in second grade!", let me just say...have you met my daughter?  If there are tulips to pick, she will have a fist full.  Most of the time, she skips crossing the street watching the birdies fly by, not even hearing the car roaring towards her.  But, I did it.  I let her go.  Was I ready for it?  Are you kidding?  I was a nervous wreck until I picked her up that afternoon.   Which, by the way, she had so much fun walking to school, it's all she talked about on the way home.  I always knew that one day she would wave me off.  Still doesn't make me happy that it's already here.  I was hoping for a few more years.  I guess it comes with the sassy mouth and the "I can do it!" attitude.  It also comes with a long list of 'don't do's' and 'watch out out for this.'  Of course I always get back, "Moooommm, I know that..."  She has always been an independent child, but there are still moments of wanting her Mommy and Daddy.  She came down thirty minutes early this morning to cuddle with us while we watched the news.  Then at the magical hour of seven, up she goes.....Super Shelby.  Just like that...she's gone, my baby girl.  What am I going to do when she leaves the nest for good?  Probably hold onto the boys even harder and cry.
Watching my children grow is such a mixed blessing.  Yes, I am blessed that my children are here and healthy and that they have this wonderful opportunity to grow and live; however, there's the part of my that asks, "why does it has to happen so fast?"  Her growing independence does help me when it comes to the other two.  It lets me concentrate on them a little bit more.  I have to go through this two more times.  Though my little Monkey may be the one I really need to worry about.  But, for now that baby cub is calling for me.  Off to my Den...