Dear Care Bear,
Yesterday was one of those days for your mama. One of those days where two feelings were conflicting within me at the same time. A sense of pride, joy, and anticipation; and at the same time sadness, mourning and loss of my baby girl.
You had none of those feelings yesterday. Yours were nothing but excitement and jubilation. And that's the way it should be.
See Care Bear, I am only trying to show to you my good feelings about you going to Kindergarten next year; not those sad feelings that make me feel like in some way you are being taken away from me and that a part of my soul is going with you. Because this is a natural part of life. And the fact that you are excited and anxious to go to Kindergarten shows me that you are ready. Your daddy and I have done our best to raise you these last 4.5 years of your life to be independent; to be well-adjusted; to be confident enough in yourself to ease your way comfortably into each new milestone you approach.
This is the largest milestone yet for you, sweet girl. It is the one in which you begin the greatest, most important adventure of your life; and I know how you love adventure. In just six months, you will embark on your educational adventure.
Don't get me wrong, Care Bear. I am truly excited for you. But it's a bittersweet excitement. It seems like only yesterday I was holding you in my arms as a tiny five and a half pound baby. You were completely dependent on me. You could do nothing on your own. And yesterday, as I stood in line registering you for Kindergarten, the last 4 and a half years of your life swept through my thoughts and I had to wonder where they went.
You have grown into a wonderful young little lady who thoroughly enjoys life and all that it has to offer you. You are sweet, kind, beautiful, stubborn, opinionated, talented, unbelievably smart, a great big sister, a great little sister and a wonderful daughter. You bring me joy and laughter every day of my life.
I know that you will go into your adventure next year with all of the enthusiasm, joy and excitement that you bring into everything you do. And I know you will make me proud. You always make me proud.
Just so you know, though, I am going to muster every ounce of pre-schooler that is left in you over these next six months. I might smother you. I might annoy you. I also intend to call you every pet name I've ever had for you (peanut, pookie, love muffin, boo boo, baby girl, etc....) because once you get into school, I am sure this will no longer be acceptable to you.
I love you so much sweetheart. You make me a better person.
Love always and forever,
Your Mommy
9 comments:
I hope she doesn't do what you did. You were counting the days for two years until you could go to school. Then on THE day, you got the jitters and after we ate lunch out and prepared to go to the first afternoon, you started crying and said, "But, Mommy, I've been with you for six years!" You were one of the older ones in the class because of your December birthday. But by the end of that day, you declared your indepence by walking a half block ahead of Kev and me on the way home.
Ok that one hurt:) Little D starts kindergarten this fall as well and I have his registration sheet on the fridge to remind me every day of just how big he is getting. Not sure if I'll be ready for it.
my baby goes to Kindergarten in the fall too! I am sad about that!
Awwww Kristen, you just described exactly what we mommies go through every time our babies start school. It made me remember so well how I felt when both my boys started school...they were so happy but I cried most of the first day! lol Beautiful touching and heartfelt post! Hugs xox
Sooooo, so sweet!
What a touching tribute to your little girl! She is so lucky to have you as a mom.
So beautiful. "You always make me proud."
And hey, bring on the sappyness.
I struggled with this so much when my daughter started K this past fall. I still miss her everyday she is at school.
Thanks for coming by my blog. I'll be back to yours, for sure ;)
Blessings,
Karla
It's a big step, isn't it? We just want to hold on to them as long as we can - to shelter and protect them. This is such a loving post Kristen. I know how you feel. It really is bitter-sweet.
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