Today is bitter sweet. Eva is starting preschool. She has been my Magnolia's best friend since before either could crawl.
I'm so excited for Eva. She is going to love school. She is so fierce and smart and creative, she will take them by storm. I wouldn't be surprised if by the end of the week Miss Eva was Queen Bee, although it seems equally likely (or, maybe more likely) that she'll be a total rebel and make friends with two boys and subvert the whole process. Either way, she's sure to put on a play for everyone, possibly even a production involving the whole class. And though it may be hard at times, her joie de vivre will rule the day and carry her through.
The thing is, these two girls have spent their babyhood together and now one is a preschooler and one is still on the edge of babyhood. In a way, starting a new phase is always a goodbye. It makes me wonder what their future may hold. By the calendar they are only 4 months apart, but, by the schoolyard, the gap is becoming a whole year. Will their friendship overcome? I'm sure it will, but I know that I will miss our languid mornings together with nowhere to be and nothing to do and silly babies to enjoy.
Magnolia and Eva are so nicely matched. They pine for each other. They ignore each other. Eva spurns all physical contact only to finally give Magnolia a hug that seems like it will never end. They share food and drink like it is their job but hoard toys like it is the end of the world. They have conversations us moms couldn't possibly understand. They share a little world all their own (although I think, to them, their world is as big as the whole universe).
Things change and time passes. Whatever is to come with our little Eva I'm sure it will surpass everything that's happened so far, everything that I'm going to cherish and remember so happily. But for today, I'll feel a little melancholy that she's about to get so busy and is growing up so fast.
Happy Preschool my love, knock 'em dead.