Today is the first day of fourth grade for my little one, so today Mom and I both made time to walk her to her new classroom and get situated. Watching my daughter interact with friends she hadn't seen since last spring reminded me how much she has grown and changed. She is becoming a “big person” instead of a “little person”. With each day she is more independent and forming more mature ideas about her world. And all that is a good thing, but…
I miss the person she was. I've noted on more than one occasion that parenting means always saying goodbye. With each passing week, month, and year, your child is changing into a new person. I mean physically it is the same child of course, but the nature of your interactions with him or her differ vastly over time. Spending time with a 6 month old is very different than spending time with a 1 year old. And of course, unless you are a monster, you love your child at any level of age or maturity, but growth and change in my child is always bittersweet for me. It's wonderful the progress Lynnea has made as she has grown, but I loved 3-year-old Neya every bit as much as I love 9-year-old Neya, but I will never again experience the joy of being a father to 3-year-old Neya. The games we played then, the conversations we had, the things we did, they would all be things my daughter would definitely not want to do now as a 9-year-old. That would looked down on as “little kid stuff”.
It really is important to make the time to be with your children because whoever they are right now, they will never be that person again. Instead each child is a changing continuum, ever new. I guess it's also true that parenting means always saying hello, and that's the sweet part of the mix. In a mere 9 years my daughter will be legally an adult and hopefully in college. It boggles my mind that this is so brief a time. When I was 9, my childhood stretched behind me like an eternity, and now I've seen the same timeframe pass in my daughter's life in what seems like the blink of an eye. Where does the time go?
Anyway, soon my daughter won't want her parents fawning over her, soon she'll want out into the world and to make her own way in life. And as much as I look forward to her maturing to that level, I also dread it. Hugging my little baby will be an experience of the past, just as bottle feeding her, and holding her in my arms and singing her to sleep is. And those were truly wonderful, special experiences that are burned indelibly in my memory.
So when I had to leave the classroom today, and Lynnea was greeting her friends and chatting excitedly about the summer vacation, I said goodbye again. Goodbye to the little girl who was afraid of fourth grade. And she came over to me and gave me a huge hug, right in front of her friends. Thanks Lynnea. Dad loves you.



