Our daughter is going to Kindergarten next week. I have mixed emotions about this. This week is her last week at daycare. As a soldier's child, I grew up moving every 1 to 4 years, constantly changing schools and losing my friends. Well, it felt that way at the time. I have grieved for my daughter as she will no longer see these same friends on a daily basis at daycare. I am excited about the new doors that will open to her, the new lessons she will learn, the wonderful imagination that comes with education. I am nervous knowing she will have to make new friends, which she undoubtedly will because she is very outgoing. She tends to be the leader of the crowd she is in (which also tends to turn her into Princess Bossy...something we constantly work on...can't imagine where she gets it from...)
The picture is one of her at her preschool graduation. I was a basket case that day. My husband reminded me (in that oh so thoughtful way) that I am supposed to be the strong one to help her through the transition. The tables were turned as my daughter kindly reminded me that she will of course have play dates with all of her preschool friends. (Reminder to self...must get some play dates on my calendar!) Even though she is only 5 years old, I admire her. I admire her courage, her strength and her uncanny ability to fit into any situation. She is a beautiful child and not just because I am her mother, well...I am particularly biased. Her heart is good and it is strong. I am extremely proud of her and although I will be crying come the first day of school, I will know that we did the best we could to prepare her for the journey that lies before her. I love you sweet girl...knock their socks off!
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