As you head off to bed with a nervous energy for what is to come tomorrow, I sit to contemplate how I’m going to keep it together tomorrow for your sake. You came into our lives just before a snowstorm on my thirtieth birthday and you’ve been a force to reckon with ever since.
A Letter to my Kindergartner
Part of me wants to skip around the house knowing I won’t have to referee your fights with your sister all day long, while the other part of me wants to hide you from having to go to school. It’s crossed my mind to lie about your birthdate and keep you home forever. No one would think twice if you were a five foot kindergartner, right? I’m sure you’re reading this rolling your eyes years from now, but I really don’t know if I’m a good enough mom to handle all that’s yet to come.
I want you to mind your manners and respect your teacher because lord knows I understand the difficult job that your teacher is about to undertake and not just because you’re stubborn, but there’s 23 other students in the class just as unique as you are.
I want you to be friendly and outgoing. I don’t want you to worry about what other kids think. Make your own decisions and don’t judge a book by it’s cover. The quiet girl in the corner is probably just as nervous as you. Smile and tell her your name. You are a sweet, quirky girl who can talk to a wall if need be so by all means please talk at school to make friends.
I want you to do your best and don’t ever be afraid to fail because you’re not failing, you’re learning. Absolutely no one on this Earth is perfect and you’ll need to learn from your mistakes. It’s going to take work, but in the end you’ll persevere because you are a smart, strong child.
So even though I might have tears in my eyes, know that it’s not because I’m sad. It’s because I am so very proud to call you my daughter.