Friday, May 8, 2020

To My Preschool Graduate!

I saw your preschool graduation pictures and nearly choked.  Wait, say what?!

 

While I'm super freaked out about you starting Kindergarten, a part of me has felt peace about it lately...

Maybe it's because I'm pregnant with your littlest sister, but you are just such a little grown up to me. And to be honest, you've always kind of been that way.

You talk eloquently, you feel deeply and you are mature beyond your years (most of the time).  Like last weekend when you threw yourself on the ground at Walmart because I only let you pick out one pack of stickers.

But those moments, while still so challenging to manage as your mother, are becoming fewer and farther between.

You listen intently and seem to learn a million new things every single day. You ask deep questions on the reg, and I've finally resorted to just telling you that I have no freaking idea how to answer some of them.

Or, I tell you to ask your dad.  Let's be real, that's my go to for LIFE. You already believe your daddy knows EVERYTHING, so I'll leave the tough stuff to him.

Every evening when we put you and Sadie to bed for "quiet time," you color a million pictures.  When Dad & I come to bed a few hours later, we find our bed untucked, and decorated with all your favorite stuffed animals. You leave your adorable pictures with sweet notes on each, all across our bed.


When you were asked by your preschool teacher awhile back what you wanted to be when you grew up, you said, "I want to be a mommy."

All the tears.  All the yelling. All the time outs. All the frustration.  All the love. All the admiration.  All the smiles.  All the laughter.

It's all worth it, daughter.

When I learned you were a girl, you made all my dreams come true.  My wish for you, sweet girl, is that someday you have a daughter JUST LIKE YOU.  A little girl who sheds tears nearly every time you drop her off somewhere because she hurts deeply to be too far from you.  A little girl who gives the BEST hugs.  A little girl who asks you to "wrap her up like a burrito" every night at bedtime and when you say to her, "Goodnight burrito."

She'll say back, "Goodnight taco."

I love you to the moon and back, my little preschool graduate.  I'm already SO proud of all that you'll become.  You're going to conquer this whole world, and love people fiercely while you do it.

XOXO,
Mom

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