Mom guilt

Well, our big moving day is coming up - in 6 days to be exact. I'm really excited for all the great things ahead of us, especially the living-in-a-real-house part, but boy am I plagued by a bad case of MOM GUILT right now. See, in the past when we needed or wanted to move, it was fairly easy, just pack everything up and move. But now that Kylee is five, with her friends and pre-school, and being much more aware of change, it's not as easy as it once was, mainly because now I wonder if I'm scarring her for life by taking her away from the things and people she loves. Today was our last day in our ward, and I was so sad for her having to leave her friends and her wonderful primary teacher. This week is her last week at pre-school, and I feel like a monster ripping her away from her beloved teachers and all of her friends, and even her bus driver Jim. Knowing Kylee, she will have new friends in no time at our new place, but still, how the heck do parents deal with this kind of guilt? This has made me wonder if my parents felt this guilty, because we moved a lot growing up. I just really hope that we can make as good of friends in our new ward, and that we don't have to move again until we're done with school!