I need a Kindergarten Intervention

My oldest has gone to Kindergarten. It is a day that I have been dreading almost since the day she has been born. I cried when she turned one and that was a bad day. This in comparison was that day on steroids. I was hysterical. I called both of my parents and was completely and utterly sobbing. It was the ugly cry where you can't catch your breath and talking is impossible. They barely could understand a word that was coming out of my mouth.

I am not ready for this at all. I am no longer the person she sees the most in a given day. I can no longer spy on her as she plays by herself or with her sister to see what she does when she doesn't know I am looking. I won't know when she gets frustrated when she tries something new. I won't see her when she makes a new friend and has "girl talk" with someone in the cafeteria. I won't be there when she gets her feelings hurt when she is excluded from being in a group of kids. I won't see her helping someone else with a task and the proud look on her face afterwards. I won't see her "light bulb moment" when she discovers something new. I won't be there to correct her she says or does something that she knows she shouldn't. I won't be there to give her hug when she is dissapointed that she really isin't the fastest 5 year old runner in the world. I can't protect her from everything any more. I no longer know exactly what she does in a standard day. I will forever have to wonder exactly what she is doing at school because no matter what she tells me when I ask, "What did you do at school today," her 2 minute explanation could not begin to cover the 7 hours that I missed in her life that day. And one day she will answer with, "nothing" and then I really won't know what happened for 7 hours of her day.