It was pouring rain at school pick up time this afternoon, so I walked to the classroom to meet my daughter with an umbrella in hand. She ran over to me with her much too full backpack and big, puffy jacket zipped up to her chin.
She handed me her backpack and I said “Give mama a kiss. I’ve missed you all day!”
I bent down a bit and kissed her little chapped lips.
She put her head down quickly and then asked me to come closer to her. The rain fell down around us as she begin to whisper.
“Mom. Next time you kiss me at school, it’s important that you kiss me on the cheek, NOT on the lips.”
She may as well have kicked me in the chin, super hard because ouch.
“Why?” I asked. “Why can’t I kiss you on the lips when we’re at school?”
“Because, it’s super embarrassing. It’s okay at home, just not at school.”
It was just a few weeks ago that she informed me that she no longer wanted to be called Gabby because Gabby is for babies. Oh, and also? Could she please start calling me mom instead of Mommy? Because she’s not a baby anymore! Oh and could I please stop calling her princess because, again, for babies.
She’s growing. She’s changing. She’s maturing. She’s blossoming. She’s becoming a little lady.
And I love it because it’s wonderful.
And I hate it because it’s heart crushing.