A few nights ago, my daughter had her first sleepover. Other than the two whirlwind nights I spend in the hospital when her brother was born, I’ve never been apart from her for the night. So, while it was difficult for me to let me to let her spend the night away from me, I knew she was in good hands. After all, she was at my parents house. Literally down the street. And I knew it was an experience she needed to have. I needed to have it, too.
While I weep for the loss of each new stage in her life -yearning to hold on to even the smallest pieces of my “little” girl, I can’t help but feel excitement. I have nothing but fond memories of spending the night at my grandparents houses, and I want nothing more than for her to build such memories with the people she loves as well.
Happy Wednesday, y’all!
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–Barbara
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How old is your daughter? Out of all the people I do feel safe with (letting her sleep over) is the grandparents. Mainly becuase they love them like you do! #wehope
Yes, this is a stage of letting go. I am sure you baby girl had a great time.
yeah…I had a week where my youngest had a sleepover and my oldest slept in a dorm for the first time at the college he’ll attend in the fall–part of his orientation. my heart is still in my throat.