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.