"What if she falls?" (Ya I know, that's stupid.) "What if she bumps her head?" "What if she falls flat, sprawled across the ice and someone skates over her fingers and sever them?" (I know that is morbid but seriously, have you guys not have the same thoughts when it comes to ice skating?)
It does not help when some kid in her class kept falling over and they sorta all went down like dominoes.
This was what happened...
but this is what I "saw"
And while she was shuffling to work on her footsteps and balance...
It felt more like this..
I was texting a friend non-stop in the earlier minutes telling her how my heart stopped and that I just can't let it go. No one warned me that it is gonna be this hard as the kiddo grows older. No one told me how my heart will be in my throat as she becomes her own little person and becomes more independent. No one told me that IT WOULD BE ME, who will have separation anxiety.
Where did my baby go? It was just yesterday when I was still holding her as she slid down a slide. Someone please hand me a remote control to stop the time!
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