Dear Daughter: Love the Hard Ones

Dear Daughter,

Next week, you’re going to kindergarten.

There’s a big part of me that is ready to throw a party because I’m so excited for you (okay, mostly me). I’m 95% screaming, “POP THE CORK!” and 5% reeling you back into my arms, whispering, “Never mind baby. Just stay right here.”

I keep wondering, “Have I done enough? Are you prepared?” And I don’t mean do you know all your letters and sounds. I mean is it safe for me to send you out into this world? Your skin is not always thick. Your will is not always strong. You are sensitive and kind. You are perceptive and timid. You are five.


Jordan Harrell
Jordan Harrell
Jordan Harrell blogs about the refinement process that is motherhood at A Bushel and a Peck (jordanharrell.com). She loves her husband and three children more than she can say and is working on loving Jesus more. She loses her phone daily and wears her sports watch with formalwear, not because she thinks it's a good look but because she can't remember to take it off.

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