In ten days’ time
this little lady of mine will begin her educational career by entering
Kindergarten. It so cliché to say, "I can't believe it," but the
truth is: I can't. I swear it was only moments ago that I was
thinking in my head how far away the school-aged years were. The years in between have
since come and gone and the time has now come for her to be big, to be brave,
to branch out, and go to school.
Oh, the constant mixed
emotions that a mother feels. I’m happy for her, but I’m worried for her too. I
want her to make friends, but I don’t want those friends to hurt her. I want
her to grow, and learn strength through trial, but I’m afraid those trials will
break her. One truth to it all is that kindergarten, and the years that follow,
are each individual rites of passage that will only help to mold and shape her
into the person she is to become. So for now, I’ll tuck away my feelings a fear
and anguish, and I’ll be grateful for the front-row seat I have to watch her
beautiful transformation take place.
New adventures and
sharpened pencils are on the horizon. Here’s to making the best of it all.
