These are the things I tell myself to keep my sentimental heart from bursting into a thousand pieces never to be okay again.
I tell myself she's only 14.
That means I have 4 more years.
4 more birthdays.
4 more Christmases.
And really, who leaves home right away when they turn 18 anyway? (You be quiet Auntie Jenny)
Sure, she is going into High School for the first time, but at least it's not her Senior year, or worse at least she's not heading off to college.
I tell myself that she will have so much fun.
That she will always be my baby and come running home whenever she needs a hand to hold, or an ear to listen.
I tell myself that even though I can't enter this new planet(High School) with her, the Holy Spirit can and will lead and guide her.
I tell myself that my prayers for a protective bubble are being heard, and will be answered.
I tell myself I have prepared her well.
I tell myself, It's Only High School.
I tell myself it will all be okay.