Why must they grow?

My oldest, Haley Bug, is attending her first camp this week.  She is at Rich Fork Baptist's "Summer with the Arts" program from 9-3 this entire week.  She'll be learning about God through music, choreography, sign language, musical instruments, hand bells, drama.. etc.  I didn't think it was that big of a deal until I started praying for her day and I got really sad.  It hurt when she started kindergarten, much more than I thought it would.  Haley has always been my independent child.  The one who walked into daycare without a wave goodbye.  She's always had this incredible confidence I admire.  Even her first visit to the dentist at 4 years old, she told me to wait in the waiting room until she got back.  So today I wasn't surprised that she walked in with her head held high (after a hug from Pastor Michael) and sat down without questioning my leaving.  I, on the other hand, had to fake the excuse that she "forgot to give Tyler a hug" and went in the give her MY bye hug.  I remember all the "older" people in my life telling me to enjoy life and not to let it go by too fast.  Just today, my sister-in-law, Honey, replied to a pic I sent her of my little man smooching me.. she said, "so sweet, treasure the moments."  I now know how precious this time really is.  Yesterday (it seems) I was just rubbing my tummy and watching her kick my hand.  I was giving birth to the most BEAUTIFUL baby ever created.. and I was just clapping and encouraging her first words.  She's not a baby anymore, but she'll always be MY baby.  This is the time that I must COMPLETELY give my worries to God, about her future and who she's becoming and will become.  Because ultimately, she's not really even mine.. she's His.  So my job is to help her grow to love Him and serve Him and honor Him with her life... no small task eh?