What I learned from Kindergarten (my daughter’s)

Dear Delaney~

A first grader?  YOU??  Aren’t you still my baby?

When did you learn to walk and talk?  To run, jump, swing and swim?

Did I blink?  You really aren’t a Kindergartner anymore?

Did the year fly by for you?

For me it felt like a few snaps, a quick turn of the jump rope, a roll of the eyes, and sweet little song.

I know you learned alot….I can see it in your smile, in the way you hold your head.  I can tell by the way you look people in the eyes and say please and thank you instead of hiding behind me.  I feel it when you want to walk without holding my hand…..and of course when you won’t let go. I can see it in how you treat your little brother.

I have learned a few things myself this year.

What I learned while you were in Kindergarten:

What you are doing each day at school is as much about what ISN’T  in your official curriculum as what is

You really are right most of the time.  If you argue vehemently that your Girl Scout patches go on the back of your vest, you are probably right – even though it seems silly to me.

Holding hands when you head out in to the world is still the best idea ever.

Do as I do is a much better motivator than Do as I say

Apparently 5 is the age when you begin to think your Mom has turned the corner onto Uncool Blvd. I was preparing for 15. (though I know you are still the best snuggler when it is just you and me)

I miss you.  I know you need to grow, but I miss you.

I hurt when you hurt…. whether it is your skinned knees and elbows or your feelings.

You being YOU is both fabulous and frightening.

You are so tremendously creative – your drawing, journaling, coloring – it is amazing.

And your singing – don’t ever stop using this special talent.

You still need my hugs.  Which is good….because I definitely need yours.

You remind me to believe in the world, to believe in myself and to experience joy as though it is my j-o-b.

I am a better person, a better mother for knowing you.

You are beautiful, intelligent, goofy (just like your daddy) and most importantly, Kind.

I am proud of you, Sweet Girl.

Could you just slow down on the whole growing-up-thing?  I need you to need me a bit longer.

Love, Mommy

P.S. Nice work on the counting, the telling time, the reading.  You are remarkable.

P.P.S You are welcome for the cookies.