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Has become a Kindergartner.
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| Today at the Kindergarten Open House |
Three days from now, I will watch my sweet baby girl board the yellow school bus to a whole new life. Everything is about to change.
Up until now, we have had years of days together doing what we wanted, spending time together. I have been her world and she has been mine.
But starting on Monday morning, she goes into a much bigger world with so much to learn and so many new expectations. She will learn to depend more on herself and others in this new world. And my biggest fear is she will need me and I won't be there... or worse... she won't need me at all.
I am going to miss her so much. My heart is aching as each day has gotten closer to this moment. People told me that the time would fly by, but how did I blink and lose 5 1/2 years?
The good news is, Jocelyn is ready. I know she is a bit apprehensive, but only because this is all a big unknown. But she's ready to have some routine and she's ready to learn, and she wants to be a part of this new and exciting time.
If there had to be anyone struggling with this event, I'm glad it's me and not her. I'm doing everything I can to be a part of her new life. I've been on the PTA since May! I already have two jobs for the PTA that I'm going to love and once her teacher is assigned at the end of next week (yes we have to wait a week), I will be the first email she gets asking how soon I can volunteer in the classroom.
So on Monday morning, I give over the most important part... the best part... of me, to a new unknown.
My daughter is special. Really, really special. She is kind and caring, generous and loving. She wants others to be happy. She is introspective and observant, curious and wondering. She's beautiful inside and out. I will try my best to be strong come Monday morning, but if I can't even write this blog without crying, I know there's no way I can keep her from seeing the tears. I will tell her my tears are happy tears because I am so proud of her and she's such a big girl. And that is the truth, even if I am so incredibly sad too. I knew that one day I would have to send her off to school, but oh how I will miss her.
Have a wonderful day Sweet Baby Girl. I will be waiting anxiously at the end of the day to hear all about it. And to those that will share that day, and the ones to come, with my girl...
"I Trust You'll Treat Her Well"
Dear World:
I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two hazel eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of sandy blond hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine.
Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.
For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.
Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two hazel eyes...and a flash of sandy blond hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two hazel eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of sandy blond hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine.
Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.
For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.
Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two hazel eyes...and a flash of sandy blond hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
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