That my baby girl is not a baby anymore.
That I am no longer the center of her universe.
That she's not a morning person, and me trying to have amazing conversation on the way to school is better known as 'unrealistic expectations'.
That she's going through a lot of changes physically and emotionally, and I have to learn how to deal with her ups and downs, and leave her be.
That she isn't going to want to kiss and hug and hold hands with me as much as she used to.
That I can't take everything so personal when it comes to her. It's not about me necessarily.
That a middle school 11 1/2 year old, and a pregnant woman are a lethal combination.
That I have to stop crying when I feel rejected by her, because this will all come full circle, and she will be back to thinking I'm awesome one day.
That I have raised her well with a good, keen head on her shoulders, common sense, and I have taught her the ways of the world. This will carry on through her everyday life, whether I'm present or not.
That I know she acts right when she is out and about, and treats people with respect, and learn how to trust it.
That I am not losing my baby, but I am gaining a young lady.