She didn’t want to walk with me. 

She wanted to walk with her friends. 

It was the last day we would ever walk to school together but she couldn’t possibly understand the magnitude of that.  

I’ve read, listened and discussed it all.  I’ve even lived these tween years but yet, here I am, still in shock that it’s actually happening. 

My first born, off to middle school.  

Such a small transition compared to when she crawled, walked and first went to preschool. 

And yet, it hits different.  

Can we have just one more day?