Thursday, August 5, 2010

A new road.

Oh, today was a big day for the cubby, and it happened all at once...she just became big. As if we've been traveling down the same road from the day her slippery six-pound body was placed in my arms, and today that road abruptly ended and a new one began. It's a different road. She's a girl. Not a baby. Not a toddler. And while diaper changes and midnight feedings, two-year-old tantrums and searching for the magic eraser to wipe off the crayon-drawn smiley faces on the wall can hardly be described as easy, it's at least less complicated than bigger girl challenges.

I didn't have to stew so much on decisions regarding how to take care of this:

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You feed. You change. You snuggle. You pour your soul into them, hoping every internal thought and feeling of goodness and love seeps into every bone in their body, every cell in their frame so that they feel it...so that they know it...so that someday, when they are three and they are big and they are beginning the journey down the new road, they will be equipped with everything they could possibly need to thrive.

I knew it was coming. I could feel it these last weeks...the way her vocabulary is multiplying and her new found understanding of higher-level concepts is manifesting itself in new challenges.

She locks the door on us to keep us out of her bedroom. She says really, really, really when she wants to maximize her point. Like "I really, really, really want my goo-goo back." She asks questions we're not so sure how to answer. She gets embarrassed and her cheeks flush. She's not so sure having a puppy blanket is cool anymore. And the other day, she and Baylee had their first official fight. And by fight, I mean there were tears. And running. And I'm pretty sure I heard a couple You're-not-my-best-friend-anymore's.

And I find myself thinking deeply more. It's not just diaper changes and time-outs now. It's wanting to explain the world to her. To teach her kindness. To tell her why things happen in a way that makes her want to be good and loving. To show her by example that confidence is power...that the world is her oyster and she is its pearl. I don't always know how to do this which leads to late-night discussions with Brett where we review our day's parenting like a judge's panel. Probably shouldn't have given that to her. Maybe we should have let her have it. Did you see how sad she was? Did you hear what she said? Maybe I should have been harder on her. Maybe I was too hard.

And you just have to trust that you are doing your best and that for every mistake you make, there are a thousand more victories. And you grow in the fact that, in setting an example, in laying the foundation for your littles, you become better. You have to live what you want to teach them because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and I want my apples to be good and kind, giving and understanding. I want my apples to be strong and independent and yet sensitive and tender-hearted. Yes, I will be a strong tree--so strong indeed that my apples can roll further and further away from me, exploring their world, and they will know my presence, quietly and assuredly.

I say this all like I know what I'm talking about...like I have it figured out and it comes easy for me.

But then there was today.

Today, she tried her first ballet class. She practiced for it two years ago when she was *this* big.

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But now she's *this* big.

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And while I used to laugh at moms who made insanely big deals out of the first ballet class, I made an insanely big deal out of the first ballet class. She needs this class. My little mama-loving, cupcake-baking, art-creating, memory-making homebody needs something just for her. To build her confidence, to express herself, to move, to laugh, to meet new friends. She needs this. But it's new, and she's never done daycare or preschool or been in many unfamiliar situations.

So, we built it up. She sat on my lap at my desk on many occasions this week where we watched Youtube after Youtube of toddler ballet classes. We read books. We told her it was going to be great and she'd have so much fun and that Oh my Gosh, Lainey, you're gonna be a ballerina!

And then we showed up early to the ballet studio this morning before they even unlocked the door, all eager-beaver with our spankin' new ballet shoes and our tightly secured bun and our ridiculous mama snappin' pictures of it all. When the other little girls arrived, I realized my girl was painfully shy. Maybe this wasn't going to go like I thought. Lainey was nervous. She held my hand tightly and shrunk into my leg. "Mama, stay with me," she said. And I did.

Oh wait, it gets worse. All those years of teaching and hoping those helicopter parents--the ones who hover--would let go and let their kids soar on their own...that was me today. I'm actually embarrassed now that I look back. All the other parents? They sat in chairs outside the room like they were supposed to. They gently pushed but watched from afar. Me? I went in the room. I stayed with my girl. I held her hand and whispered in her ear. And when all the leotard-wearing littles were prancing and twirling and tip-toeing and my girl said "Mama, do it with me," I did. I pranced and twirled and tip-toed with those little girls while all the parents watched, and I can only imagine all the eye rollings and "Oh, Gawd, getta load of that mom"s my tightly-glued presence must have garnered.

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Letting go is hard.


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...but I'm learning.

And the best part? After the class, the sweet teacher (who was amazing with these three-year-olds, by the way, and who thankfully didn't make me feel like the ass I was by kicking me out in front of everyone) came over to me smiling and said, "She did great! Maybe next class you can sit out even if she cries" which I'm pretty sure is code for "Dude, you broke every rule in this place and set a really bad example for everyone. Cut the cord, bitch. Cut the cord."

Oh, loving littles and raising them to be beautiful, confident souls and letting go to watch them do it can be so complicated sometimes. And, after dishing my feelings on it today to my friend Nici, she e-mailed back the most poignant response:

"You know, she'll thrive on her own. If not there, somewhere. But, I have a feeling once you aren't in sight, she'll pull from that big stash of love and confidence that's been shelved for this very reason. She hasn't really needed to open a jar yet...it's like peach butter. Once the growing season is over, once the fruit has gone to seed and left until next season, THAT'S when I need peach butter."

True 'dat.

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We return next week when this mama will follow the rules and sit with the other parents who I'm sure had to let go at one point too. I will watch my girl do it on her own. I will take off the training wheels, steadily hold the back of the bike, run along beside her for just a moment and then I will let go. I will stand back and watch her pedal on her own. She may fall, yes. But she will look back and see that I was there all along. I will always be there. But sometimes, we have to let them be big.

This is so good for her.

This is so good for me.

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Lainey, I love you. I am so proud of the girl you are becoming. You are a beautiful dancer and I can't wait to see your wings stretch and soar. You will fly, Baby. You will fly high.

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Jamie Lane said...

I love her baby teeth! Cheers to the start of a new road! Thank you letting us travel with you!

Max-n-Sam's Mommy said...

So beautiful!!! Love the beautiful pics of the oh-so-sweet little ballerinas. Precious beyond words....

silvertag said...

Oh my!!! She is so beautiful, such a pretty ballerina! Love the pics!

Dancing Sweet Pea said...

Absolutely adorable! I took ballet for many, many years and wish I could remember my first class! She's such a sweetheart and you're such a good mama!

Nancy said...

I am a new mom to a 8 week old girl. Your beautiful writing and photos inspire me. No one could have prepared me for motherhood...it's harder than I thought! ;)Thank you so much for being honest and truthful in raising kids.

Dr Pepper said...

So cute! And yeah... my Mum came with me to my first ballet class and I made her join in.
And I'm still cool!

Wade and Tara said...

so exciting! I don't want the day to come when I have to let my little girl be a big girl...Just thinking about it makes me want to cry! thanks for the awesome post today!

heartshapedbruise. said...

I only discovered your blog a couple of weeks ago, & I've never commented. I think the numbers of comments & followers overwhelmed me slightly & I felt my comment would be lost & slightly futile in amongst them all.. but this must be a new post because there are barely any comments, so I feel I should leave one :)

I adore your blog - like, seriously, adore it. It's just so.. beautiful. In every way.
Every post brings me to tears in some way or another.
Your girls are absolutely adorable & I am loving reading about they are growing & learning.

I think I'm going to have to leave it there, as this is going to turn really gushy & silly, & that's not what I want. But I want to say thank you. Thank you for sharing your beautiful life with us. I for one am really grateful :)

www.heart-shaped-bruise.blogspot.com

PS. A highlight for me, is scanning through your received comments & feeling that burst of joy when I see one from your Father. I actually think I love that man. Just so you know!

Annie said...

This post made me cry. My little is only 6 months, but I am already trying to prepare myself for days like the one you and Lainey had. I want my daughter to be strong and confident. And in order to do that I have to be strong and confident in my parenting, even though I would much prefer to just snuggle her and protect her from the world. Thank you for sharing.

Autumn said...

Awww!! Hard times! I remember, my oldest (now 7), cried everytime I left her at Mother's morning out. Then, she would be ok, but cry again whenever the first Momma showed up for pick-up, At first I tried to be early, the first to pick-up, Then I just pulled her out of the program. I have no regrets, she was only 18 months, but she is now a confidant happy little girl who embraced dance, clogging, preschool at 4, and school. Love 'em up!! Proud of you for dancing, I would of been too nervous to even try. You are a sweet Momma.

Stunningly Sweet said...

What beautiful moments you capture! I absolutely agree with the previous posters comment about Poppa as well!

Janice said...

Just wanted to say that you are an inspiration to me. Your love of life is refreshing and has challenged me to be a better mom and spend more fun time with my kids. They are currently squashing play doh everywhere and I am trying not to sweat it. The wine is helping. Blessings to you & your gorgeous family. I wish you every happiness.

Natalie said...

Wonderful post and photos. What a cute littl ballerina Lainey is!

Marissa Hess said...

So hard. I hear you....I literally felt like dying those first few days of preschool (in which she was there for 3 hrs). Sadness....and yet joy. And remember to read this post again next Thursday morning before you go to that ballet class. Trust me on that one.

Anonymous said...

letting go is hard! There is no other way to put it ... it stinks! This reminds me of my son's first day of Pre-t ball. It was very hard but eventually he really did learn to love the game. Every season the first day is still hard for him -- and he is now 9, he is also very shy!

Jen said...

totally bawling here. this was beautiful. :)

The Collection said...

This one had me crying my eyes out and laughing at the same time! My favorite part: "Dude, you broke every rule in this place and set a really bad example for everyone. Cut the cord, bitch. Cut the cord." Haha.

It's hard to let go, I don't think I EVER will. What's that saying....“Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” Elizabeth Stone

Good luck at the next class meeting. ;)

Crystal said...

My Jack turns 3 in November, but already I'm noticing what a big boy he is. His sentences are getting more complex all the time, he actually showed my husband how to use the oven the other day, and he now can sing on pitch. :-) When did all this happen??? Probably around the same time Lainey left her baby-ness, too...

Lindsey said...

Holy Kelle, you had me laughing out loud!! I have never met you but somehow I can totally picture you doing all the dance moves with sweet little Lainey and all the other little 3 year olds. A mama has to do what a mama has to do!! She will do great on her own!! Once again, a very inspiring uplifting entry! thanks for sharing!

jen said...

the tears are pouring. maybe because it was a hard day for me. for us. but also because i know.
it's rough and hard. and then absolutely beautiful. and then hard again watching them take off without even acknowledging you.

thankfully it's only a ballet class, can you imagine being a mama bird?? shoving your little out. of. a. nest.?? gah.

by the way ... did you get my email response?? i know we've had trouble communicating through that email address before - with my replies getting sent to your trash bin ... just thought i'd mention that a response was sent. xoxo.

Funky Mama Bird said...

I have a shy little boy that clings to my legs like Saran wrap. I know that one day, he's going to bolt off on me, and when other parent's go "Dude! Your kid is running away!" I'm going to say, "I know! Isn't it AWESOME!" Because there is something extra special about these little ones who need us more, and when they finally learn to let go, it's because we know, and they know, that they are more than capable.

Holly said...

this one tugged at me, I can still remember these time(s) with my kids. It's hard for them and it's hard for us and it's good for them and it's good for us. But. I gotta tell ya, I'm not so sure sitting out is always a good idea. Next time...maybe. This time, I am certain...beyond a shadow of a doubt....that she needed you there this time. Feeling sure of yourself, comes from experience and those first experiences need to be grounded in the security that you have a safety net of knowing the people who love you will rescue you if what you are trying doesn't work. She's a little girl in a big world and eventually she will be confident in it...but right now... she's only 3.

Katy said...

so cute

Mama Monkey said...

Oh, my-you have no idea how much this reminds me of our oldest daughter. She's a year older than Lainey and slowly but surely that same shyness is fading. I do miss it! But it is good for her and good for you too!!!

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Michele said...

What a gorgeous ballerina! Such a sweet, honest, real post. Only you know what your Lainey needs and today for that first class, she needed *you*. And you were there for her despite how it appeared. to others. *That* is an amazing Mom. I can't relate as a Mom since I have a boisterous, outgoing daughter, but I can relate as a child. I was just like Lainey & clung to my Mom. May you both grow in confidence on this new road.

Mommy to a Tater Tot said...

She looks adorable as a ballerina! I laughed out loud when you typed what the teacher really meant when she said you could wait outside the class next week. It is hard to let go but oh so amazing to see what they can do when you do.

littlebitsept09 said...

Yea, this post made my cry. In a good way.

Life with Kaishon said...

This made me cry.
Last year when my baby was in fourth grade I just about had a nervous breakdown. I mean, how in the world can you get more grown up than fourth grade?
It is so hard to let go.
So, so hard.

FEAS613 said...

I work in the infant room of a daycare where at least once every three months we get new babies. Now most of our new babies are little peanuts that barely have their eyes open for a total of 3 hours a day and they don't really know the difference from home and daycare - we get the occassional 9 month old that clings to their mama like their life depends on it. They cry and they shake their heads no and I get this awful feeling in my stomach as I take that baby from it's mama and it's daddy reassuring the parents while trying to redirect the kid. It's truly gut wretching. And the babies have tears - the kind of tears they probably didn't know they could cry. The parents stand at the threshold of the door fighting every urge to run back in, scoop up their babies and run like hell back to their cars consolling their little back to smiles with "I'm so sorry"s.

But let me tell you - you did no disservice to Lainey today. We all start with babysteps in each new endeavor we embark upon... we have to start somewhere. You brought her. And you know that it can't always be like today. That right there is a huge step. You are doing what's right for you and you're little and never let any one tell you what the right way is for you and your kid.

I don't know you and I don't know Lainey. But baby I know babies - and I know kids. I'm ten years in this field and although there may be a period of adjustment that's tougher than anything you've ever experienced before there is nothing better than going back to daycare (or for you, that class) and realizing "We made it." Pretty soon Lainey will be asking to go see her friends and her teacher and some day, bittersweet as it will be, she'll wave good-bye as she laughs with the girls... as she plies and twirls with all the grace and elegance of a three year old ballerina.

And on that day you'll smile with tears in your eyes for it will be then you can come to realize that your little girl has a little world of her own. A place that she is comfortable to break out that shy little smile when she gets praised by someone other than Mama and Daddy.

You did the right thing for you and your little girl --- and in the mean time you have some amazing pictures to remember the moment.

Sure new roads are scary - but new roads quickly become familiar and you'll be rockin this out too in no time I am sure!

Hannah said...

So sweet. So beautiful. SO AWESOME. I've danced ballet for almost 6 years now. Love it. Sending you some ballet pics...love you guys. Keep on rocking, Hampton fam! :-)

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mamaoftwo said...

Oh, I so know what you are going through. I was the Mom at ECFE who stayed back with my little girl while all the other Mom's gathered in the "Mom room". You just have to trust your gut and do what is best for you and Lainey. I have figured out that I do need to let go so she can soar on her own, but I also break the rules here and there because there are times a girl just needs her Mom. You are an amazing Mom! And Lainey looked SO sweet in those pictures.

KZG said...

Kelle, wonderful post. Moved me to tears. My little guy just turned three two weeks ago, and I have to say I am finding him to be more grown up recently. At the playground the other day, I was watching him admist all these 'big' kids (y'know, 8 and 9 year olds), and getting all misty and wanting to keep him innocent and cherubic in the sandbox, as opposed to hanging off the monkey bars with the big kids. But I know that day will come. Sniff! Thank you for your insight...and I don't think what you did was ridiculous (dancing with Lainey, etc)...I would have done the same thing!

easthamfamily said...

I have never commented before, but I wanted to say thank you for writing this post today. :) My baby is starting Kindergarten on the 19th. I sit in her room watching her sleep and cry...you are right - it is hard. So hard.

Christina said...

My Gracie is a year younger than Lainey, but I'm already looking forward to her first ballet class. :) I imagine I will feel the very same way when the time comes...This brought tears to my eyes, because I really don't know what I'll do with myself with she doesn't need me quite as much as she does now...Such a sweet post, as usual.

stephanie said...

I've been reading your blog for months and months and every post I think of how touching and spot on your writing. But this post? It made me sob. I know I too will soon have to let my little be big, and it's going to be so hard but so good. Thank you for writing exactly what I needed to hear.

Hannah said...

Sent you a message from facebook for the photos. From "Hannah Nicole Martin" and linked to Rachel Martin's "Spring Recital" photos. Just so you know. And friend-requested you. Hope you say yes, amazing lady.

Jackie said...

Oh, stop! You are making me cry. I have a little girl a little behind Laney (she'll be two next month) and I am completely in the same boat as you....I am a stay at home mom. Emphasis on the "stay"--such a homebody myself. Obviously, no daycare either so we don't get out a whole bunch. It is hard to them let go. And watching you do it reminds me that that is going to be me in just a short time too. Hang in there, I am sure the other mom's would understand if they put a little thought into it. And you are right, it is good for you both. :)

Seaside Siblings said...

Oh lovely post. I have 2 little girls too and like you, my elder is a wee homebody and a shy little poppet. I love her sweet, shy personality and know that in her own time, she will grow her butterfly wings.

Kelle said...

FEAS613...thank you! Beautiful words.

Anonymous said...

My daughter is green with envy at the pictures of Lainey in her ballet shoes! I know when we try our first class she will be the shy one but I may not have the courage to be the dancing mum as you were so brave to be.
You are right it is so hard to let them grow up.
I love to read your blog and be inspired to love being a mum and cherishing all these moments that pass too soon.
Thank you Kelle
Megan

Stephanie Hartman said...

So precious... Love it.

wonderchris said...

Such a pretty ballerina.

You are a great mommy!! Pure love!

AubreyRose @ My Simple Everyday said...

What a beautiful post. I'm not a mother yet, but I felt your emotion through your words. You touched my heart.

Such a lovely family you have. You are an amazing mother.

alison said...

Thank you for calling it a puppy blanket... I thought I was the only one on earth who did that. :) My 17 month old has 2 puppy blankets, in case he loses one (or one finds it's way into the magical washing machine :).

Life's a dance... we just learn as we go. You're doing great.

The Encouraging Mom said...

Quite honestly I bet those eyerolls you were sure you were probably getting were more like understanding *oh look a new mom how cute we have been there and soon she will come sit with us...when she is ready* looks. :) What a cute lil ballerina you have and it is ok to be a helicopter Momma till you feel she is ready. Good job!

Erika said...

she is soooo lucky to have you as her mama. i am glad you stayed and danced with her. (((hugs)))

kind of funny, but i wrote a post on my blog last night about my daughter's ballet class- kind of the same thing- only I am having such a hard time letting go. they are only little once, you know?

here is the post, if you're interested: http://www.theurthmama.com/2010/08/1448-days.html

xoxo,
erika

Jennifer said...

Oh Kelle -

I'm part of the Jen and Jen club. Yes, here's another Jen bawling her eyes out. Oh, it's so hard to let go when all you've done is been there for Lainey for every given moment. I am an ex-dancer (10 years under my belt with dashed dreams of a professional career), and just reading that Lainey was going to start classes made my heart race. All the expectations wrapped up in one new pair of shoes and new tights and one long-sleeved leotard. And then to open up today to see her in class...yes, waterworks.

Oh, the expectations and dreams for our little ones. I still have my last pair of shoes stored in the drawer, and I pull them out randomly to remind myself where my passion for life started. As a child. With big dreams. And it will be something - maybe dance - that will light a fire in your daughter and then she will shine like a beacon. Her glow will reflect on your skin like golden 5pm light that you cherish for pictures.

Lainey is bashful like my dear Alex, which pains me seeing that we are anything BUT shy. You want your children to soar and to reach new heights, but you know that much of that experience will be done with the stores of confidence that you secretly cultivated. Dig, the peach butter is a perfect metaphor. And after being surrounded by dozens of "stage moms", kudos to you for going in there and twirling with your girl. She will grow. She is growing. Just take a deep breath.

On a similar note, there are so many times when we have to let go. I was just thinking about packing up or giving away my maternity clothing, knowing that there will be no more "home growns" crafted by me. And it makes me cry and I don't want to give it up or to give up some of the little clothes that I treasure. I tell myself that I can't do it, but really I just am being a mule. Hee Haw.

Gosh motherhood is a deep warm pool that pulls me in and makes me never want to leave. I never imagined it could be this incredible. So thanks for sharing your experiences in motherhood too.

Peace,

Jennifer from Annapolis

Angie said...

I open google reader and see that you've got a new post. I open your website so I can read it properly, with the music accompaniment. I save it 'till I've read all my other blogs, news, Facebook, and Twitter. I make sure to have a box of Kleenex nearby, because I know I'm going to need it. Sometimes I'll even settle in with a cup of tea. Your posts are a precious and treasured moment of my day.
My girl is about 6 months younger than Lainey; my boy about 6 months older than Nella. I struggle with shaping them, the delicate balance of independence and holding them tight. I can get caught up with diapers and meal planning and daredevil boys and everyday life and sometimes forget to remember the beauty. But then I read a post, and have a bit of a cry - in the good way - and I kiss my own littles and am so grateful I can be with them as they blossom.
Your blog has changed my life.

Jessica said...

I am sure you hear this all the time. But I love your site. I find myself coming to it every day and seeing if you have posted anything new. Your posts are always so heart felt. Your girls are beautiful. Your pictures are amazing. I strive one day to be as good as a photographer as you, I'm still learning :)

iColossus / Monster said...

Wow, she looks so so SO beautiful and floaty and fairy-like!

And the quote from Nici was pure awesomeness.

One question for you tho; did you wear the pointe shoes...or your rockin' red boots?!!

Emily, Bob and Etta said...

I am reading your post today during day 2 of a 7 day separation from my daughter. She is on a "Great Adventure" with her daddy to Montana to visit friends and relatives. I am in my last month of pregnancy and am not playing well with travel. This will be the longest that I have been away from her. Missing her and missing her. She talked to me for a bit on the phone today and then said, "I wanna go play" and was gone. Boy they grow up fast...

Charbelle said...

I think perhaps because you share so freely and so openly and so beautifully we as your readers feel that we *know* your girls, just a little.
I tear up, because this is so bittersweet. Your little love is becoming a little bigger. She is a beautiful dancer!! Love the little girls in tu-tu's! So sweet. Next week you will be able to watch :)

Katie said...

This is just the sweetest. You both can do it!! And I can't wait for the day when my little one puts her first pair of ballet shoes on and prances off to her first class. I can only imagine what I'll be like on that day.

Elizabeth said...

such beautiful pictures! i can see myself being that mom too... only i don't have a little girl, so maybe it'll be soccer practice or something. it's ok to be that mom... just as long as you can let go eventually! :) she can do it...you've raised her so well!

Stef said...

Ack! Just when I thought I was through crying over blog posts... you got me. I loved this post! My 3 year old just turned 4 and 3 feels like it went by WAY too fast.
I loved these pictures. Ballet IS something that makes them suddenly seem bigger. In fact, just taking classes, all by themselves, makes them seem bigger to me.

So cute! What a joy that we get to stay home and soak up these years with our babes.

Looking Up said...

Love the beautiful pics of your tiny dancer! :)

Anonymous said...

Wow, you are one wonderful mother!
You made me laugh and cry. Lainey will be just fine.
Bridget

Sherri said...

Kelle, good for you, sweet Mama, for listening to your heart and breaking the rules. I have a feeling you will do that alot as you raise your girls and its a GOOD thing! My first was alot like Lainey and even though I spent the first 6 weeks in the room with her at preschool (yep, I broke those rules, too) she is now a married ::gasp:: college graduate and I have absolutely NO regrets for following her lead. And she knows I'd do the same thing for her today - if she needed me to.

If you find that Lainey isn't ready for mom to leave just yet, you may find another dance class that will accommodate mommas who need to dance with their babies just a little longer before letting go. :-)

Keep that cord. Tie it with ribbons and draw smiley faces on it. The day it is cut will always be a day too soon.

Hugs to you on this very special day! And Lainey, you are a doll!

teal915 said...

I had to chuckle a little as I read that, because we had the same experience last year with my daughter. Except it was a sports class instead of ballet. I was the fool out on the field, running with the ball, and trying to get Madison to do everything. The coach said the same thing to me about just leaving her. She even told me to go around the corner where she couldn't see me. She never did really take to that. But she went to preschool this past year, and she LOVED it. There were tears at first, but as time went on, she ran in the room and didn't even look back. That was almost harder, because then I realized that she really was big and she could do it without me. Theres nothing wrong with holding on as long as you can. One day, they really won't need us. Why not soak it all up now while we can.

Brian and Jamie said...

I haven't cried reading any of your posts yet, but I cried on this one. I totally get it. My 2 1/2 yr old "baby" had her first ballet lesson this summer, and it was magical. I photographed every moment of it. My heart burst with excitement and pride watching her. Wonderful post. Thank you.

Amanda said...

I've been reading for awhile now, I'm inspired and challenged by your outlook on life. Even though I don't have children of my own I teach a special needs preschool classroom, so I can relate to what you were feeling today. I always say it's a no win situation for parents the first day of class. If the child comes in and lets go easily it breaks the parents hearts, their baby is becoming indepdendent, by the same token if they are clingy and don't want them to leave it's just as hard. :-) I'm sure Miss Lainey will adapt just fine, it's easy to see you've given your daughter strong roots and strong wings.

Anonymous said...

Thank You Kelle--for I look forward to reading your posts...it is like unwrapping my favorite piece of chocolate---
:) JM

Jeni Burns said...

I've been reading your blog for a while (thanks to Google Reader's suggestion!!)...probably since I was about 8 months pregnant with my little guy (who's now 2 months).

This reminded me of the time I took my oldest (who's now 10) to the skatepark for the first time, on his birthdsy, with his very own, custom made-for-his-size skateboard. He had the helmet. He had the pads. He had me at his side on my own board, showing him where to put his feet...Then, he saw that other kids were doing it. At first, he was scared. He was shy, and not used to being around other kids. He held tight to my hand, with his board in the other.
It took about an hour, but he finally let loose and skated away from me...for the first time ever. I bawled like had never done before in my life, and I didn't care that people were watching. I was SO HAPPY and so heartbroken at the same time. I didn't even know hearts could do that...the whole two strong emotions at once.
He skated, and fell, and called for me...and the spell of heartache broke, because he needed me. He got back up again, skated some more, and called out to make sure I was watching him do this Really Cool Thing!!!...oh, was I ever watching. My eyes were like the videocamera I wish I had that day, and I captured every second in my mind the way you did on this blog.

I love your blog. I hope you never stop writing it.

Vanessa said...

Oh this totally has me crying! I have a 2 1/2 year old and just reading this makes me feel so much for the girl she is becoming. Loved this post and love Lainey in her adorable ballerina outfit!

Kate said...

I'm a dance teacher and let me just tell ya, you're not alone! Lainey might have a tough time next week, but that's okay. She'll make it. Each week will get easier on her and you, I promise!! :)

Ryan W said...

Love how you describe yourself - hilarious! Laughing over here! What a big step for you and Lainey - congrats on making it through. I can only imagine it must be terribly difficult - thank you for bracing me for the future ... and inspiring me as I dream of being a mommy!!

Jamie Willow said...

this made me cry...big old crocodile tears...

Anonymous said...

Bless you for always making me feel that my imperfections are ok. For acknowledging, a LOT, that yes all moms screw up. Don't keep a perfect house. Second, third, fourth, and fifth guess each decision they make.

My twin girls are starting daycare in less than 2 weeks as I return to work. They are 9 and a half months old and I've been home with them since they were born. These past few weeks as we get closer I have second guessed so many things- from "are they still too little to be away from me" to "did I hold them enough when they were little babies?" And when I think of them waking from their naps to find that Mommy isn't there to scoop them up I cry every time. The same way I cry every time I think about my father giving me away at the altar. But I just think of how excited they will be to see me when I come to pick them up.

I feel for you and the thought of leaving her in that room alone. And good for you for being brave enough and strong enough to dance and twirl with her despite what other parents or the teacher might have thought. I bet she'll be so ready next time because you made her so comfortable today. And she will be so excited to show you what she did in class that day and she can teach it to you! Brava, mama!

Kaitlin Cole said...

Kelle I love every word of this. I Find myself (often) thinking about Tennyson growing up and I used to cry to my husband about it (before Tennyson was born) and my sweet husband calmly would tell me "You know you raise a child right when they grow and leave you" and even though I still know I will be the mom that hugs and kisses my boy until the day I am physically unable I love reading this and knowing "we mamas will get through this too...together". Thank you for being such a wonderful mama to your sweet girls. We LOVE Lainey Love and Nella Cordilla here at the Coles house in Seattle!!

Kelley said...

The look on her face in that first picture made my lip quiver.
Magic moments.
Your words are going to be priceless works of art to your girls when they are grown.
Good for you. Good for them.

heather said...

I bet none of those 'other moms' who obeyed the rules got any of the cute pictures that you did. Your little girl will have memories that will last her a lifetime with all of your beautiful pictures!

Katherine said...

I am proud of you for staying! My mother was no helicopter mom by any means. But she was there when I needed her, in situations like that. Because of her support I was able to let her know when I was ready to do it on my own. It actually made me more secure in my self and independent. It is good for children to make these decisions on their own. I don't care what the teacher says (I say this as an educator myself).

christine said...

Oh, I love this post.

I have no little ones of my very own, so I'm not remembering their first times. This post made me remember when my mom and dad dropped me off at the all night graduation party and my dad said to me, "Fly Christine. Spread your wings and fly. You can do it." And I did, and I am.

I'm going through my first day at ballet class season right now. Remembering how my parents taught me to love myself and others, be strong, show kindness and stand up for right and truth, is what is helping me through this time.

Your little Lainey will be able to do it on her own, because she knows you're in her corner and that she'll never truly be alone. Thanks for the reminder of that today, because I really needed it.

hugs!

Lexie Hickey said...

Wow, it is a tiny, tiny world. My sister-in-law is friends with your friend Nici, and I've been reading and loving both of your blogs daily for several months now.

And Lainey is such a beautiful little ballerina. I'm expecting my first baby, a girl, in December, and you constantly inspire me to be a thoughtful, nurturing, and creative mother.

Kelley said...

The first ballet picture made me choke up...... to clarify my post above^^.

Dava said...

You are so funny! You make me laugh and inspire me daily.

Laura F. said...

I was just on the phone tonight with my aunt and talking about how I feel like I am flying by the seat of my pants with my 5-year-old. Like I don't know what to do, if I am doing the right thing, am I too hard, not hard enough... yada yada. I want to raise this sweet soul to continue to be good and decent and loving and full of life. It all seemed so easy when he was little and as he gets older, it gets so complicated. And then, at the end of this month, I have to let him go to full day Kindergarten. And I can't even stand the thought... After 5 years of being home, of days filled with playdates, pjs, bikes, the zoo, eating ice cream, playgrounds... it is all over. Just like that. My husband reminds me we will have afternoons and weekends and breaks and summers... and I know that. It is just that that whole phase of my life is over. And it hurts. I mean, I am so proud of the little boy he is but I long for the simple days of him just being little. And I know that I will now have all day with my sweet Ian and that will be SO much fun. It is just that I want BOTH of them. I guess, though, this is the part of parenting where we let them go and know that they will return to the warmth of our home, of our arms. In the meantime, I am savoring this last month. So, I feel you! And everyone tells me that as hard as it is, I will love seeing who he becomes. I just wish I could slow it all down...

Lori McPherson said...

OMG!!! Favorite post, favorite post of ALL time!! I laughed, I cried, and I felt that gut-wrenching Mama feeling even though I am not yet a MaMa. You were so right to stay with your girl.

I think of it like this. When you have a newborn you run to them every time they so much as squeak. You do this to teach them that you will always be there when they really need you. You slowly stop coming so quickly when they whimper. Then as they grow older you sometimes let them cry it out when they throw that tantrum. This is exactly the same thing.

Lainey needed you today because she was shy and scared. By being that crazy, photo snapping MaMa you showed Lainey that it is okay to fly on her own, that it is okay to soar; Mama will always be right there if she really needs you. Next time you can sit with the other MaMa’s and she will know you are right outside, there to catch her if she falls. Before you know it she will be telling you MaMa, you can come pick me up at the end of class.

Did I mention that I LOVED this posts!! It could be in part because my little nice, CoCo is about to start gymnastics for Tots and I am so super excited for her. She is going to be so adorable. You think you feel like an ass now… Just imagine if you were not the crazy, photo snapping MaMa but the crazy, photo snapping, Aunt Loei (CoCo can’t say R’s so that is how she says Aunt Lori.)

Dude, I really LOVED this post!!

Emma said...

I read this post, and didn't even realise I was crying until I saw big tears plop onto the keyboard. This was me and my baby last year. I was that Mom who didn't leave. I felt all the emotions that you so eloquently wrote about and you brought me right back to that bitter sweet moment. Allowing her to fly but keeping her heart safe all at the same time.

Kat said...

Yay for Lainey's first ballet class! She looks adorable! I'm sure you're not the first nor last to join in on the first day! My husband and I had to look a wreck at Taylor's first day of gymnastics, we were tearing up, jumping up and down waving, heck we practically had our faces glued to the big pane of glass (they actually have a glass wall to keep us out!) You both did great! I look forward to more pictures of ballerina Lainey!

Jen said...

Beautiful. I am having similar thoughts as we send our first one off to college--this really doesn't get easier, I'm sorry to tell you.

Coco said...

Kelle,

Do you have to check with parents before you post pictures of their children on the blog? I am thinking of starting my own blog and always wonder about that.

vtmurray said...

Oh this post speaks so deeply to me at this time in my life when I am also learning to loosen my hold on my biggest little (she's two). Love, love, love. Thank you for the inspiration and making me feel less alone.

Melissa S said...

Wow. You said it. Letting go is SO HARD. My oldest daughter will be 3 in October. Yesterday for the first time, she sat in her own chair at the hair cutting place and didn't need to sit on mama's lap to get her haircut. This is big in our world let me tell you. And I saw her from across the room and I was like.....oh my gosh, she's a big girl now. It made me so happy and so sad all wrapped into one. And it's only just beginning... Seems like at this almost-three-year's-old age there are so many of these moments of her becoming a big girl...big girl bed, potty training, saying more words. It's incredible and bittersweet :)

joykerns said...

This was such a great post. It would have been just a little better if you could have convinced that dance teacher to get a few pics of you dancing along with Lainey. Haha. And I bet those other Moms were actually thinking, "Now that is great Mom. She must really love her little girl." I'm sure of it. Cause you are. And we know you do:-)

Sheila said...

So adorable! It's so hard to let go. I remember thinking every year, "oh, he/she is not a baby anymore" and then changing my mind. Tell her that it's cool to sleep with puppy blanket. My 20 year old daughter had Puffalumps when she was little and always had to have one with her. Eventually, all that was left of her favorite one was a paw. She STILL sleeps with Puffy and even took him to Germany for the summer. I slept with my Snoopy until my future husband moved in and told me that dog was not going to sleep with us! Your girls will thrive because of all the love and confidence you give them and it's harder on Mom than the kids!

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates said...

She is a beauty and you are a wonderful mom. She will be fine. It is sometimes harder for Mom and Dad than for the little ones to let go. My daughters will often take a "water break" during their ballet lessons just to say hi to mom sitting outside!

angela said...

So beautiful and touching and perfectly in the moment for me. My darling girl really, really wants to take dance lessons (she's 2.5), and is also so painfully shy that I ache for her in situations like that. I haven't decided what to do yet, since 3.5 might be a better age for her.

Sorry for hijacking with my thoughts. I think you are an amazing mom for sticking with her during class. And you will be an amazing mom when you are watching her from the other side of the glass. She has so much love stored up!

Jessica DeLo said...

I would have been soooo jealous of you that you were in the class and I was on the outside just watching, not experiencing, with my little girl.

I know all too well that parenting is not all warm fuzzies, but also inclues some cold pricklies. It's all part of growing both for us as parents and for the littles.

Elizabeth said...

It's like you were telling my story - my daughter and i went through the exact same thing. Only I didn't just hold her hand, I DANCED with all the other little girls just so mine would join in. And it wasn't just the first week - it was for the first three weeks before I could sit out. I went home and cried and cried after the first class after she went to bed, wondering what I'd done wrong. Then I realized, nothing was wrong. It's just a rite of passage for a little girl who'd never really been away from her mommy (and a mommy who'd not ever been far from her little girl!)

Rachel McPhillips said...

Wonderful mama and the picture of her with her head resting on the beam.. just like she is drinking in everything the teacher is saying.. Its hard to cut those apron strings, mama!

Randi said...

Aww... it's a sad and wonderful thing when they grow up to be three!

Jorie said...

Oh my goodness, girl! I am going to be the SAME EXACT way!

My little man goes to pre-school in September and I have a minor panic attack every time I even say the words. I'm going to be the mom with the dark glasses on and the mom with the binoculars, not taking my eyes off of him through the window from the car.

I've already warned my husband, it's going to be ugly! But I know he will be fine...it's going to be me, as the mom, trying to let go.

I feel your pain and am right there with you!

Lainey looks like such a little lady! Good luck and stay strong!

Truthful Mommy said...

This post is beautiful and so poignant. My first baby starts kindergarten in a couple weeks and I am having these same feelings. I had them on her first ballet class and she has flourished from the little shy girl to my 5 year old who is trying out for the Nutcracker this fall. From my preschooler who I felt like I was abandoning into a child ecstatic bout the first day of kindergarten. I on the other hand am having my mini breakdowns shopping for uniforms. But I smile, and I tell her how awesome it will all be even though inside I cry a little. Peach butter..peach butter! Happy Mothering. It is a pleasure and a blessing to read your posts.

Naomi said...

So touching, beautiful pics. Your words are great too! I'm going to go snuggle my little boy now : )

Aimee said...

This is just lovely. What a sweet ballerina!

Go with your gut in these situations. My now eight year-old first born never liked new situations...from birth and is only recently handling them okay. Like you, I've been home with my children from the beginning, and I also homeschool mine. We do plenty of social things, but when it involved me leaving him (even if I wasn't leaving the location), he would flip out (no, seriously, he totally flipped out!)

I learned very quickly that he was willing and eager to participate in anything if I or my husband was there...soccer (we coached), scouts (den leaders), vacation Bible school (he was in my group). You get the idea. All of a sudden, I have a very secure big boy who is just fine without me being around.

My point is, go with your gut and with what works for you and Lainey. That's what matters most...that you're there in the way she needs. Be that crazy mama who won't let go! Own it, sister! Lainey will remember that you stayed, not that you got fussed for it.

Victoria said...

I totally guffawed...and cried a little. you are so good.

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dig this chick said...

Oh, Kelle. What a stunning piece you put together! And that brilliant quote! ha. I mean it. You are fabulous. And perfect in the perfectly not so perfect way! It's so much about learning. But LOVING. That's the root of that apple tree. You have strong roots.

Love you and yours.

Kim said...

This made me cry! I don't think you should have to sit outside. Poor Lainey is 3. Why do the moms have to sit outside when the children are only 3? So unfair! Can you tell that I will have a very hard time letting go of my little ones?
Lainey is gorgeous and you are such a great mom. What a lucky, lucky little girl.

Tracy said...

I have been looking forward to this post since you mentioned that Lainey was taking ballet! thanks for sharing! I can but I can't wait for my Audrey to take her first class.

Amy said...

Oh my goodness...I am sooo going to be doing this pretty soon too. My daughter is 2 and each time I have to even try to let her do it (whatever "it" is at the moment) on her own, she wants her mama too, and I want to just grab her up and love her more. I know I have to let go more and more too...but damn, it is hard. I love Lainey and her beautiful little ballerina self. She will soar. :)

Sara said...

SO there with you. My Elliott's first day of preschool I was still in the hospital after having my youngest. I was teary as my husband told me that he screamed and cried and didn't want to be left - but you know what? HE LOVED IT! It took a couple of times to get over the separation anxiety, but he thrived. And I know Lainey will too! :)

And I always wonder if I'm being too hard, too soft, too harsh, too lenient. I think it comes with the territory of parenting a toddler! I try my best and try to be a good example for him to follow. I think that's all that we can do.

Love the red boots Kelle! Great post - and love the ballerina pics of Miss Lainey! :)

Stephanie said...

Awww, Lainey is such a sweet little ballerina!

My baby girl is 12 days old and I already got her a tutu, I am that excited for her to start dancing. And I will be twirling, too, with her on her first day of ballet class if she asks me to! That's just what Mommies do :)

kimmee said...

Beautiful as per usual! Your writing and pictures are beautiful. You are extremely talented and I can't wait for more each week. I can relate as I have 4 and 1 year old girls

Jessica Dion said...

Please don't second guess yourself. You trust your instincts. Your relationship with your littles is far more important than what any other mom or teacher thinks of you.I walked out of preschool and left my daughter there, terrified, bawling, at age 3, and sat outside the door, bawling myself, for a good half an hour before either of us stopped. I regret it to this day, and she still remembers and asks me why. Life is short, childhood is shorter. I would rather not say, "because other people expected me to, and I cared more about their idea of me than about your feelings". Bah humbug! You go girl, keep being yourself. If you aren't round enough, you probably don't want to fit into that hole anyway.

Jen said...

She is such a beautiful ballerina!!

Lorri said...

23 years ago I sent my daughter (born with spina bifida) to her first day of preschool at our child development centre and I spent the whole 2 hours leaning against the two way glass and cried. After a few times I was actually able to leave the building.

I love, just love your blog and your beautiful little girls.

paixjoie said...

There is too much judgement in the world, especially among parents. Many of my parental mistakes are because I act in reaction to what others might be thinking instead of what my gut tells me the right call is for my child. I'm getting better about that. No one knows my kids better than me, and no one could love them better. I will do what I feel serves my child best, even when it's hard.
Letting go is one of the hardest and yet most beautiful parts of parenting. Your belly aches as you read their every expression for intimidation, fear, and uncertainty...and your heart soars to see every smile, laugh, and pride spread across their faces. The truly amazing thing is that you can swing from one end of the spectrum to the other in a matter of moments.
My oldest will be twelve next month. She's going away, over an hour away, for the weekend to her best friend's summer trailer to camp and swim. Without me. For two nights. Ugh!
Yet the pride she will feel to be big and responsible enough to be trusted to embark on yet another 'first' will build another piece of her self-confidence. And I want those pieces, the ones that come from trying new things, mastering new skills, and handling new situations, to form a very strong and stable whole. So I will help her pack her bag, tell her once again that she can always call me if she needs me, and remind her to use her best manners and make safe choices. When the door closes behind her, I'll breathe deeply and say 'Please,God'...please keep her safe, let her not be scared, help her choose wisely...please let my decision to let her go be the right one....please...and thank You for giving me someone so beautiful and precious to worry about.

Farmgirl Paints said...

I think it's precious you twirled and spun right around with her. You are her momma and helicopter or not...you know when she needs you.

I remember those days like they were yesterday. Now my little ballerina is 10 and is getting boobies. How does that happen? Where is the manual that tells me what to say and how to behave now?? It's a constant kaleidescope of change. Once you think you have it figured out it becomes blurry all over again.

Lisa G, said...

Oh Mamma, don't feel bad. My little was just like yours, with a gap in her teeth and shyness in her soul, (she used to say she was shiny:) and I was right beside her in that first ballet class and walked along side of her as she swam in that first swim meet, willing her to finish. Until one day she was the lead in Sleeping Beauty, had a record in the butterfly and now has a sweet little boy of her own. You are doing what's best for your baby, you know you are, and although she may always be shy, she will be happy!

LibraryGirl62 said...

Trust. Just Trust. Yourself, Lainey, God...Just Trust. You know she will be OK. It is you that won't be OK as she steps away and becomes just Lainey, not LaineyandMom. Your heart will never be the same. Mine isn't. It changes everyday. My 17 year old just sat next to me and announced that she misses college (she just took 2 college courses this summer) and how it going to be different being just a high school student again when school starts. I flashed back to her 3 year old dance class and how I was the one who cried. Just like I am now...

Stephanie said...

Oh, Kelle, you've done it again. You've written another blog that just resonates with every part of my being. My little is going to be 2 in a couple of weeks, and I can't believe how that can possibly be. She's talking up a storm, asserting herself, and she makes me every day SO incredibly glad that I get to be her mama. But I worry too about her getting too big. Can't I just bottle up these days and hang onto them forever?

This is the statement I'm taking from your post today: "And you just have to trust that you are doing your best and that for every mistake you make, there are a thousand more victories. And you grow in the fact that, in setting an example, in laying the foundation for your littles, you become better. You have to live what you want to teach them because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and I want my apples to be good and kind, giving and understanding. I want my apples to be strong and independent and yet sensitive and tender-hearted. Yes, I will be a strong tree--so strong indeed that my apples can roll further and further away from me, exploring their world, and they will know my presence, quietly and assuredly."

It's so true and so beautiful and so right!

And yeah for Lainey going to her first ballet class. She just might be one of the cutest little ballerinas ever! I can't wait to hear stories of how she is spreading her wings once she gets comfortable with her mama sitting "where she's s'ppossed to!"

Sara P. said...

Kelle mama, with all the love you've given her and wonderful things you've done for and with Lainey...

she's not just going to fly...

she's going to soar!

(((hugs)))

Steve, Amy and Kids said...

I have been following your blog for several months now and look forward to reading a new post! This is the first time I have commented, I have just kind of been lurking. But I have to say, this is something I needed to hear today! I am preparing to send my oldest (and only girl) to kindergarten in just a few weeks and I am having a hard time letting go. She is growing up so fast and I want to hold on to her & not let go! Thanks for your right-on-point words & for sharing your littles & part of life with your readers!

Lloyd Sisters said...

That was me a year ago..I had to let my little girl fly..it was at dance class as well! She cried for a few classes when I left her. However, she grew so much! I can't believe what she did in May. On a BIG stage at the recital. It was AMAZING! Chin Up Mama..you just LOVE her!

Anonymous said...

kelle,
just so you know that i WOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT that room either!!!in fact, with my own daughter, I never did!!she had this little way of nodding to me when she was ready for me to go, and until I saw that little face turn to me and let me know that she was comfortable you couldn't move me with a bulldozer..don't let anyone intimidate you into leaving your child when she is uncomfortable...she will adjust just fine and a little help along the way from mom never hurt anyone!!today she is a grown woman who has so much confidence in herself she has succeeded in reaching all her dreams and to think she had a "crazy mama" when she was a little girl...who care what other parents think..do what you think she needs...it it so important for her to know that her mom stands behind her!!

Anonymous said...

Oh, you made me cry.
My daughter will start pre school this fall and I am nervous and excited at the same time! I totally hear you. It IS hard to let go. But we must, and I tell myself over and over again, yes it is good for them and for us. How else will they soar? :)
Lainey is sooo beautiful!

Sarah Broadus said...

i love it! Cut the cord! hahahahah I totally understand. Our teacher shuts the door and I lay down and look under the crack!

Andrea said...

I just recently found your blog. I'm a new mom to a 2 month old baby girl. I always get SO excited when you have a new post. There is something about your pictures and the way that you write that makes me love being a mommy even more. It makes me want to go wake my sweet girl so I can snuggle with her and kiss her sweet cheeks. I love how obvious it is that you love being a mom so much. Thanks for sharing with us all. :)

nmassie218 said...

Just beautiful! This made me tear up.

Amber said...

Usually my comments wax and ramble, but today I'll keep it short and sweet. Beautiful post from a beautifully devoted mama. She's one lucky girl.

It is what it is said...

I friend once shared some sage advice from his mother which was, "you can't hang on and let go at the same time". I think of that phrase a lot as my son grows up.

You will find your way with it.

Corrie said...

Oh, I feel your pain girl! I have two little girls (6 and 4) that I am learing to let go of. They are only out of my site when they go to Sunday school or their dad watches them. I homeschool and spend literally every waking moment with them. I want them to spread their wings but then I have to let go and oh how painful that is. Thanks for bearing it all and being honest. Thanks for the vote of confidence, best of luck next week!

→Daniele← said...

I haven't cried because of one of your posts since the birth story but this one brought tears to my eyes because I have a girl who just turned 3 and I'm feeling the same way and know just how you feel. It's just so hard to let go, and the letting go I have to do now is so small compared to all the letting go that is to come. ...I would have done the same as you did and danced with her. ...doesn't it make your heart swell yet simultaneously hurt to see them being big? ooooohhhhhh I'm just such a sentimental mama I can hardly stand it. And my baby turned 1 today too. I'm going to go cry more now and watch their birth videos.
hehe

nhoines said...

Kelle, you are so awesome and I am so glad you posted that so I could read it tonight. I NEEDED to read it tonight. You made me cry and laugh, all in the same post and it's exactly what I needed right now. Thank you so much!
And the pictures are amazing, as usual! :)

Janet said...

I hope when you pranced and twirled and tiptoed with Lainey you were wearing your red boots!

Anonymous said...

ahhhh, this post makes me cry so hard ... in a good way, but I'm still crying. It's just so hard to let go, isn't it? Give yourself a big hug mama, you did a great job. :)

~KC: said...

Lainey looks GORGEOUS! Such a beautiful and emotional post! Love it!

Everything happens in its own time. Lainey and you are going to be ready whenever you are ready, no sooner, no later, when the time feels just right. If you are ready next week, great. If you need more time that's great too. C:

"No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself." ~Virginia Woolf

Poppa said...

As I told Kelle today, it is not just the fear of being apart from you, it is the fear of stepping out of the world of safety and significance you create for her...she knows how much you mean to her and how very much you will strive to surround her with "happy"--cushioning the world for her...but it is so important for her to know that if you lead her to it, it is good...and you can leave her and she will know you will come right back. Once it was the little on your lap. Then, you look through french doors, and she might not even know you are looking, but you know it. And we are always in their bleachers, cheering them on. I know. I still am. Cheers!

Me said...

Oh Kelle. You did the right thing. Good for you for having the GUTS to stay and dance with her. I'm pretty sure those other mamas who just watched were jealous of you today, deep down. I know I would've been.

Lainey sure is a beautiful ballerina. I think you're doing a great job helping her grow up.

Kim from Oz said...

Oh gee wizz!

This has to be one of my favorite posts you've ever made, beside Nellas birth story. Excuse me for a moment, I'm going to write a mini essay in my comment. :)

I can remember when my mama took me to my first ballet class, back when I was 4 years old. I made her do exactly the same thing - stay in the room with me, every tiny little step! The other mums dropped their kids and left , or congregated outside to wait - but my mum stayed with me, grinning all the while!

19 years later..... I am 23, and enjoying a career as a professional dancer. I think if Mum hadn't stayed in the studio with me the first class, I would have begged her not to have gone back to class - I was a painfully shy kid too. :)

I'm 100% sure you made one of your best decisions staying in the room with your girl, even if you did look like a goof in front of the other parents.

I hope Lainey learns to love dance, she certainly has the right support unit to blossom in it! .. and she unbelievably pretty in her ballet outfit!

Hannah said...

I don't know when you have the time to read all 132 comments! But I had to tell you that this brought tears to my eyes! I was that mamma that hovered near by when my little man had his first day of swim lessons, I so understand how hard it is to let go! The pictures are beautiful!

Lisa said...

I am not sure how you do it. But 90% of the time when I read your blog I cry.
When I take my girl to a class I feel so much of what you described.
Bless that teacher for being gentle with both of you.

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Emily and Ken said...

seriously woman!! make me cry at least once a week on this blog. seriously love your writing and your sharing of the pieces of your heart!

Patty@www.nuestrasaventurasentexas.com said...

I totally agree with your feelings. I am the mother who walked her middle school daughter into the gym and stood with her in line until the bell rang! Heck I wanted to walk her to her first day of high school but, alas, she wouldn't let me. And now that little girl is going to college in a few short weeks. She now has a job too :) Treasure these moments Kelle they go by REALLY fast. (sniff, sniff) I SO miss having a little. I have one little boy left. And I can feel his little soon to be 8 year old body slip from my arms-wanting to be free!

kristanlynn said...

this post brought me to tears and i ended up sobbing.
my daughter is 18 months old and i am already having issues with her getting too big too fast.
our first ballet class, i will be right by her side too, and the next week i will be in my chair, sobbing like a baby.
you're an amazing mother!

Mands said...

You sure now how to make a momma's heart hurt....hurt so good :)

Courtney Raschdorf Photography said...

I think that all that Lainey needed was to share that special moment with her mama. Yes, you would have shared it even if you were "following the rules" but it wouldn't have been as special. She'll always remember how she did ballet with you during her first class. Maybe she just needed to share that moment to get used to her surroundings.

And in the end, all that matters is that you and her had a blast! Transitions are hard but you know she's gonna rock at ballet. :)

Just keep "breakin' the rules" and enjoy that time. :)

Katina said...

I just have to say that your baby is so lucky to have a mama who would be willing to dance with her. We should all be so lucky.

Roksalanna said...

Hi Kelle,
Those ballet photos are just so pretty.
Lainey looks like she's a natural at dancing.
Hope you and your family have a lovely weekend!

Stephanie said...

Long time reader, 1st comment. I think lots of readers said they cried at this post-and I did have a few "aww" moments, but my biggest show of emotion was complete burst-out-loud-laughing, like the kind where you bust a gut and your husband looks at you from across the room like you just lost your mind. I think you may have momentarily turned into Kathy Griffin for a second with the "cut the cord" bit. She, (and now you) seem to be the only two people who can really take me to those fits of uncontrollable laughter. So, thank you. I needed a good laugh today.

On a separate note, you might just have the cutest little ballerina I have ever seen. Your photographs are truly inspiring. Kids really are the best subjects, aren't they? :)

Krista said...

Ballet is one of the best things you can do for a little girl. I swear by it. They are forced to look at themselves in a critical light...but not in the way that critiques what they look like but how they handle what they are given. So cute. I can't wait!

Anonymous said...

such a beautiful post. i am new to your blog, and i want to thank you for being here. you're words and pictures are so inspiring.

Jen said...

Okay well this post just made my eyes well with tears as I embark on our new big boy journey...Kindergarten. He is a shy yet confident wonderful boy, and oh how I worry about kindergarten! I had already thought that I would call the teacher before school starts and maybe he and I could go visit her and the classroom, just one on one the day before school starts and kids are talking, bells are ringing and my little is scared, quiet in a new place with new people. AND oh how I had the thought about how I'll be starting his school years off known as the mom who couldn't let go! The one that lingers at the door afraid that he'll have no one to talk to, no one to sit by...oh the tears and the decisions we make along the way! I can't even write about my thoughts for the first time he has to get on the bus to go to school..and his little self stepping on that big bus...
Thanks again.
Jen
http://wecomewithbeautifulsecrets.blogspot.com/

Greta S. said...

Wow, she is such a pretty little girl. And Nella, too. I mean, seriously! Gorgeous kids!

Lainey will do fine. And so will you. You stayed with your girl. Who cares what the instructor says! You're paying for the class!
My girl will be 3 on the 21st, and she is very shy herself. I am going to try her in an art class @ Gymboree where the parents can leave for an hour. Lily won't let me leave, I'm sure. But I will walk out and stay in the lobby instead of driving off like the other moms :)

Sarah said...

thank you for putting into words what I am feeling. my oldest child will be attending kindergarten in 2 weeks and I sob every night about it. AM I proud of him, YES. This is the same child that for the first 3 years of his life SHRIEKED if I left him. But we kept taking him places, reassuring him that we would never take him anywhere dangerous or leav him with anyone who we didn't trust. And now he is so excited for his new school. But I will cry, big crocodile tears, all the way home from his school. And that's okay too.

Melissa said...

oh, girl. i love this post. it's so true.

so much harder for us mamas to separate than for them . . . and i am mama to a real mama's boy, which i love!

but maybe you should sign yourself up for your own class--or at least take gillie's class if you go to mt . . .the most fun you'll ever have in a dance class!!

Julie @ my tiny bookworm said...

As a former elementary school teacher, I totally get where you're coming from about the 'helicopter parent' and not expecting (or wanting) yourself to ever become one. On the other hand, I went through the same thing with my daughter when she started playschool last year. And you know what? I don't regret it a bit. I stuck with her for the first class so she knew I was there if she needed me and so she could put some of her trust out there. And now she's just fine on her own. You were helping her to build her independence and that's what great moms do!

Anonymous said...

oooooohh....been there, sista. Felt every ounce of your day from your post. When my son started preschool he ran to the door screaming - DON'T LEAVE ME MOMMY!!! I cried on the other side of the door while he cried with the teacher. Then other moms saw/heard and came and cried with me while I pressed my face against the one-way window. But you know what? He did stop and he did walk out at the end (only an hour later since it was the 1st day!) proud that he had gotten it together and had fun. Now he is king of that preschool, baby! :)

Emily Hanley said...

Gah! Tears! I gasped when I scrolled down and saw the first pic of Lainey in the class. Holy moly does she look older! I feel like I know your family so well through this blog and these photos, and this was an electronic version of seeing a friend's child grow up and saying "Wow you've grown!" Incredible! Lainey will do fabulously!

Anonymous said...

Maybe parents who have very outgoing kids wouldn't get it, but I sure do. Shy kids are the most wonderful, pensive, thoughtful, kids out there. They also need a little reassurance. She will do great!

Jennifer said...

"letting go is hard"...

that is the understatement of motherhood.

i believe that good mothering is this huge, long, never-ending stream of this:

love-them-make-memories-love-them-let-them-go...

love-them-make-memories-love-them-let-them-go-a little more...

love-them-make-memories-love-them-let-them-go-a-little more than you ever dreamed you could...

wash, rinse, repeat. :)

every round of this is filled with pride, guilt, anxiety, fear, and abundant love, love, LOVE...

and blind faith that you have filled your babies with enough love, confidence, and security to handle whatever life brings.

but if they need a refill, Mommy is right there...for a kiss-kiss-hug-hug-I-know-you-can-do-it...then a gentle push back into the world that will love them, value them, and truly needs them in it.

this formula still works with my Jordan and Katie...so I'm goin' with it. :)

The pictures of her at the bar are beyond precious.

xoxo
jc

rania in nyc said...

oh my!! I am going through the same exact thing with my 3yr+3mo old daughter! oh my! this entry made me cry! i can't let go! but I need to! theres been no daycare, no preschool no babysitters..and all of a sudden i have to let go..but how..she starts playschool next week,,2 times a week..3hrs a day..that is 6 hrs that she is away from me! *DEEP BREATH*

Holly said...

Oh my golly, I think you did what any good mama would have done the first time their baby steps out into the unknown. And I bet those other mummys were thinking 'I've so been there'.
I'm tackling a *similar* hurdle soon - the first haircut. His hair sits all wispy over his ears and he has curls (CURLS!) at the nape of his neck. I don't think I can do it. You and Lainey are so brave, looks like she did fantastic!

Patti Adams said...

Letting go is so hard!! :( I feel the same way!! Lainey is absolutely beautiful and I love her pictures from her first ballet class. Thanks for sharing!

Benay said...

She. Is. Beautiful.

Steph said...

I loved reading that you stayed with her when she asked. I started ballet when I was 3, and I was also painfully shy. I ended up being a ballet school drop-out because my mother leaving the room was far too terrifying for me. Maybe if she just would have stayed for the first few classes, I would have been fine. While it probably isn't a good thing to make permanent, it is wonderful that you stayed with her. There's nothing wrong with that at all! :)

Sharon said...

This one really got to me. Tears. Your blog is such a bright spot in my day. Thank you. Your love for life, and especially for your girls, is infectious and inspiring.

Oh, and I died laughing at this: "Dude, you broke every rule in this place and set a really bad example for everyone. Cut the cord, bitch. Cut the cord." hahahaha! Love it! (And I'm pretty sure that is every mommy at some time or another...) =)

Ashley Madsen said...

As soon as I finished reading I knew I wanted to look for your sweet Poppa's comment. It didn't disappoint. Oh you have such a sweet and lovely family Kelle.

Ashley Madsen said...

As soon as I finished reading I knew I wanted to look for your sweet Poppa's comment. It didn't disappoint. Oh you have such a sweet and lovely family Kelle.

Lesley said...

Just so you know...it never ends. This difficulty of letting go. My boys are 25 and 21 and I still smile through tears every time I have to let go. It'a a mamma's heart.

KWQR said...

Just tonight I had dinner with an old friend... a real grown up dinner, just us, no kids & two glasses of wine... and we were talking about this exact thing. About the realization that if we do our "jobs" as mothers right, our littles will leave us & go out into the world to make their own ways. This realization is so scary & exhilarating & overwhelming & beautiful all at the same time.

Nikki said...

Kelle,
How do you write the words so beautifully. The same words I feel deep in my heart but can never express you so magically write. I am sitting in bed crying reading this as my littles are so big as well!!! It is so amazing how time flies. I cried earlier today thinking about my sweet Olivia being in kindergarten all day in just 20 days from now???? why do they even need to go to school?! I think I will always be thankful when I edge closer to the cliff of "over-loving" then the other , even if all the other moms are thinking "cut the cord bitch"!!!!

You inspire the heck out of me.. and oh how I wish one of the other moms had pictures to share of the crazy mom in the red boots dancing and snapping pictures with a ton of 3 year olds!

may we all learn the balance of loving and letting go!

Linda MG in Soquel, CA said...

First, to POPPA - YES YES! As always, you nailed it. To HEARTSHAPEDBRUISE - I've been here many months and trust me, lots of us here just love Poppa to pieces, too! And to FEAS613-Thank you! I SO agree with you - Kelle, you did no disservice to Lainey. I mean, she is just barely THREE! There will be a period of adjustment to separating and that is fine and who cares about the other moms or what they think - maybe their kids have been away from them before. I think it is totally fine to help here ease into this. I so remember when my littles first started Pre school and *I* was in tears after I left them; it was SO hard. Your words today made me cry and so touched my mommy heart.

Katie (Mama May I) said...

Oh, it is hard. I would've done the same thing, though. :)

Katie said...

Ok, this made me laugh out loud and then cry just a little bit at the end. I was totally the only parent who participated in ballet class with my daughter last week and the teacher gave me a little "Cut the cord, bitch" lecture at the end of the class. She is just precious and so are you! Thank you for breaking the rules and dancing with your baby, I mean, that's what life is all about, right?

Denise Reed said...

Awe Kelle, Your blog and your photography are among my favoritest things. I am a teacher and so I get to see littles draw on that big reservoir of love, separate, grow big, and dip into that jar of peach butter on a regular basis. You are a good mama! Thank you for making my heart smile.

Heidi said...

We're doing the same thing - except Gabe is a little bit older, and instead of ballet class he's starting kindergarten. And I want to tear my heart out and leave it with him every day because I just can't fathom letting go of my little shadow. We have been together nearly every day for 5.5 years, and it seems so wrong to "give" him to someone else for seven hours of the day! But you are right - they have to fly on their own. Their confidence grows when they do. I want to bottle him up and keep him as my baby forever, but I don't want to withhold from him the confidence and joy that comes from spreading one's wings and soaring. So I take a lot of deep breaths, cherish this last month of being together with him every day, and pray that our transition will be positive.

Lainey will love this, I bet. Today ballet class, tomorrow the world! (And as a fellow mother who doesn't want to let go quite yet, by "tomorrow" I mean some day in the very, very distant future when the days of cuddles and story time and sing-along dvds are tucked away and replaced by older, more grown-up things. Did I mention that won't be until the very distant future?)

lauren said...

Cut the cord, bitch...LOL... Too. Funny. And those pictures? Sigh...there was a reason you stayed in, just to have those shots, those are just too much.

Anonymous said...

This was sooo good. I went through this exact same thing last Sunday, but with my son who just turned 3. I was abruptly told he couldn't go to the church nursery anymore because he had just turned 3, and I wasn't sure he could handle the 3 year old class. So I was his shadow that day. I did all the singing/clapping and playing and snacking etc right by him, and I got on him when he got out of line. During playtime outside I was spotting him on the play equipment. Now mind you, I had a 21 month old I was juggling too, my other son. I swear I achieved being in two places at once that day. I was carrying the 21 month old with me because I had witnessed a kid getting bit by another kid in the nursery the previous Sunday, and I didn't want to leave him in the nursery alone.
Anyway, you are so, so, so right. It is so very hard to let go. I think I will be his shadow for several more weeks. But I will have to leave my younger son in the nursery, I think, and just hope the biter stays home that day.

Heidi Massie said...

Kelle,

I am a devoted mom to a perfect girl named Olivia. She is turning 2 this month and this post drove that point home for me. It is so true that this parenting gig is going to shift before I know it. I am actually going to have to start teaching her more than how to run over the speed bumps in our complex and what it means to be loved. I will have to explain the world to her...in a way that makes sense to her.

Your daughter is precious, daughters I should say (!). Thank you for this post.

~ Heidi from Canada ~

Anonymous said...

She is only three. She is only three.

Anonymous said...

We make such HUGE mistakes when we are hard on ourselves about how we parent our children. I think back to when my little boy took swimming lessons. I was the only parent who stayed and watched through every single lesson. Everyone else just dropped 'em off and when about whatever it was that they did during the classes. I may have looked over-protective to everyone else...but I got wonderful pictures and dear memories. And now he's all grown up and out on his own...and what "they" thought of me sitting there so doesn't matter. So don't buy into the "shoulds" and do things the way your heart tells you to do. She is, indeed, only three years old. Someday you will look back and be shocked at just how young three really is.

Katrina said...

Your little Lainy Love looks absolutely precious in her pink ballet outfit. Oh my gosh, she's such a doll. Great photos!

Katrina said...

Oooops. Forgive me for spelling Lainey's name wrong! Forgot the "e".

I also wanted to add that who cares what others think. You got some amazing photos because you were there in the room with her on that first day. And you gave her the encouragement and confidence and security by being there with her. That's a momma's job, afterall. She's only three! Cut the cord, indeed. I disagree. Here is a little one who hasn't been to preschool or any other place where you've ever had to drop her off. It's only normal that she'd grab you a little extra tight on this day. Good for you for doing what your heart told you to do and not being intimidated by the "stares" :)

Anonymous said...

It's OK to go out there on the floor with her at first. I did that too with my little boy, first day of gymnastics. Each day I sat a little closer to the parents' area. He needed that and it's OK that I gave him that. It's OK that you did it too.

Anonymous said...

That was such a sweet heartfelt post. I love reading your updates. My daughter is 3 too. This post made me cry because believe me, I get it.

annie b said...

Sorry if I'm repeating what others have said - regretfully haven't had time to read all the other comments first!

Kudos to you for joining in and putting Lainey's feelings before your own. Don't be intimidated into pushing her to be independent before she's ready - she will be soon enough. Follow your heart, Kelle - I know you will, but there are always people who will try to convince you you're being ridiculous. Only believe them if it feels ridiculous to YOU.

On a parenting dilemma note, have you read Alfie Kohn's "Unconditional Parenting"? I LOVE that book and re-read it whenever I feel like I need a shot of patience and inspiration. It should be compulsory reading for the entire human race, parents or not. Really, read it, everyone.

Soapbox rant over!! Great photos Kelle, you must be so proud of your precious sprite. xxx

Claire said...

Goodness gracious Kelle! Way to make me bawl like a baby. So- sometimes I pretend that you and I are best friends. We are both photographers, we both have two adorable little girls who are pretty close to the same ages (almost 3.5 and 7 months) and while I am totally lacking your sense of style- I totally wish I had it! Ü Anyway- a lot of the time when I read your blog I feel like you are saying just what I am feeling. The past few days I have felt so overwhelmed by how big both of my girls are getting. My baby doesn't seem like much of a baby anymore now that she has hit 7 months old and my 3 year old is getting ready to go to preschool in a few weeks. She is speaking like an adult, she doesn't need me anymore and doesn't want me a lot of the time. She can do it all by herself and it just breaks my heart. I want to let her spread her wings and fly but then I also just want to hold her close a little bit longer.

Anyway- rambling aside, thanks so much for sharing all your thoughts and feelings. It is nice to know that I am not the only one. And absolutely gorgeous photos from ballet class. Seriously. I want to go sign Cecelia up right now- just so she can wear a pretty pink leotard and ballet slippers just like Lainey!

Thing said...

You sure bring tears to my eyes...
Lovely! And I love the pictures...

Many Titles said...

Oh, that makes me want to scoop up my almost two year old daughter and beg her not to grow up. Though I know she is already older than what she was when she woke up.
It just happens so fast though!

Scott said...

You have me in tears. I am about to send my first born ton Kindgergarten in a few weeks. I feel like there is a Mack truck coming towards me and I can't stop it. The thought of letting him get on the bus and sending him off to school scares the hell out of me. Thanks for making me realize that I am not the only one dealing with a little who is growing up!
JENN

Anonymous said...

Love this post Kelle! Growing up is HARD - for both Lainey and you! Be grateful she wants you there - believe me there comes a time ....

I have three grown children - first day of kindergarten is pretty bad - especially for your oldest - but you will be able to walk home from the bus stop to your beautiful Nella.

Even harder for me was my older two's first day of college - now that's hard and emotional ....I have one more to go next year and Im tearing up now just thinking about it.

Sue

Anonymous said...

Kelle
Everyday that you post.........I am a better Mom. Reading your words makes me turn from my computer and run to my 3 little ones. You have made me love them deeper than I ever thought possible. Keep on keeping on girl.

Eva Marie said...

cutting the cord is the hardest of all but in the end it always feels better

i just put my 6 but almost 7 month old daughters infant swing away - that was hard too but I so look forward to the future even thought the past was oh so delicious

Anonymous said...

Kelle, this was such a beautiful, honest post. Letting a child go to spread his/her wings is hard. I taught kindergarten for 20 years and certainly witnessed those first day transitions in every shape and form. It is my experience that those children who have an opportunity as a toddler/preschooler to experience new situations removed from their parents are the ones who adjust the easiest when starting school . There is something to be said for time in preschool, even if it is only a few hours a day /a couple of days a week. Children learn a whole set of skills that can't be learned in any other situation. They learn how to function in a community of peers, how to negotiate, how to speak up, how to stand up for themselves. It makes them strong and resilient.
Funny, when I read you post a few days back about getting Lainey ready for ballet class, my first thought was...I bet there will be tears. Sometimes you can hype the experience too much...the child imagines something very different than the reality. Just prepare yourself because the next class will be hard, for both of you. My 5 year old godchild went to dance class this year. Both her parents work so she has been in great daycare situation 3/4 days a week since she was 6 months . She has transitioned so many times within that setting that transitions are very easy for her. She had no problem with ballet class but doesn't want to take it again...she told her mom there just isn't enough twirling! And kindergarten , well she decided, much to her mother's dismay, that she wanted to take the bus rather than have her mom drop her off. She and her mom have a very close relationship but Erin is very confident and will to take on new situations readily.
My best to you. I am sure you will navigate this situation in a way that works best for you and Lainey

Melissa said...

I love your blog. Hardly a post goes by that I don't get teary-eyed from your heartfelt words and pictures.
Thank you so much for your beautiful take on Motherhood- I'm expecting my first in January and your thoughts make me want to cheer and weep at the same time. Thank you so much. You have truly touched my heart.

Life in the 40's said...

All I can do is smile at your story and remember....when my shy little, momma's girl daughter began her first dance class at the age of 3, others told me she was too young. I wanted it for her for the same purpose of meeting other little girls. The first class Kayla went behind closed doors and emerged happy and telling me of how they danced with ribbons, I was beaming with pride. The next week, the door was left open and my heart sank while I watched my shy little girl just stand in place while the others flitted around the room. Afterwards, I approached the teacher and apparently, this is what she did the week before as well. I was told it was up to me if I wanted to keep bringing her since she was not participating. I chose to keep bringing her, and each week watched while she would just stand, sometimes moving around the room by the student helper picking her up and hopping her around with the others. I knew she wanted to be there, she talked about it and glowed about being a ballerina. They began learning their dance for the end of year recital and though Kayla never participated, I purchased the costume so she could have her picture taken. My daughter prooved to me and others that she will do things on her own time--2 weeks before the recital, she began participating in the class (she had been absorbing it all along) and stood on stage with the other dancers for the recital performance.

Proud Mommy Tara said...

Ahhh I love this post! I am soo looking forward to enrolling Michaela in ballet! I am prepping her 2 year old steps already.

Lainey looked like a pixie. A fairy. A soft, delicate, sweet, pastel little soul. She is beautiful.

It's hard to let go. I haven't even mastered it with my 5 year old. Hi, only parent on the indoor soccer field instead of behind the boards. I think the helicopter mom is a loving mom. A mom who their child trusts more than anyone. And you in that room snapping those pictures...oh, if I were the mom's on the outside I'd be wishing I were you. You're an amazing mama. Keep it up girl.

Tara

Bowen said...

This post really means a lot to me. Today is a hard day for me... it's the last (work) day I spend with my precious baby before I have to go back to work on Monday. After 9 weeks home with my sweet little girl I have to leave her. I should be used to it. I had to do it with her big sister. But it seems harder this time. Maybe because she was premature and her arrival was scary and I was afraid she wouldn't be ready for me to leave her when I had to go back to work. But she is. She's thriving and she's beautiful and she's happy. I have to "cut the cord" too and I just don't want to. Letting them go is hard.

Thank you for your beautiful words.

Maria said...

Kelle-Thought of your blogpost today when I heard this song on kids sirrus radio:

You and Me by Frances England

Thank you for inspiring me to be the best mama I can be for my little girl. DId you know you are doing that to all of us readers? Maria from Michigan

Maria said...

Kelle-Thought of your blogpost today when I heard this song on kids sirrus radio:

You and Me by Frances England

Thank you for inspiring me to be the best mama I can be for my little girl. DId you know you are doing that to all of us readers? Maria from Michigan

Anonymous said...

Kelle-Thought of your blogpost today when I heard this song on kids sirrus radio:

You and Me by Frances England

Thank you for inspiring me to be the best mama I can be for my little girl. DId you know you are doing that to all of us readers? Maria from Michigan

Anonymous said...

Kelle-Thought of your blogpost today when I heard this song on kids sirrus radio:

You and Me by Frances England

Thank you for inspiring me to be the best mama I can be for my little girl. DId you know you are doing that to all of us readers? Maria from Michigan

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