She is too big to swaddle now
So, this was our last weekend before our lives change as we know them. Thursday our “baby girl” starts kindergarten. She is excited, nervous and wants to know if she will have home work. She has heard her older cousins complain about “homework” and it is the worst thing she can imagine about school. I worry about her making friends, feeling confident and just enjoying school. My brain has not gotten as far as home work! When summer began and I knew that this BIG day was coming, I felt mostly excited for her and me too. We have spent five years at home together and I felt like it was time for both of us to spread our wings a little. Now that it is here, I feel like swaddling her up like I did when she was a baby and rocking her in the recliner. She was safe there. I could watch her. Nothing and no one could hurt her feelings or disappoint her when she was safe in my arms. But, she is too big to swaddle and the recliner barely holds both of us now. She is a child that is on the go all the time…she would not lay there in my arms very long at this age. Being momofone, I know that this will be the first and last child that I see start their first day of kindergarten. It is getting to me more than I thought it would, I guess.
She is ready. She is a happy and confident little girl and she makes friends easily. She will listen to her teacher and she will love all of the fun things that she will get to do and the things that she will learn. She is ready, I know that she is ready.
I am not as ready as I thought. I will miss her little voice around the house and being able to give her a kiss whenever the moment hits me. I will miss the unexpected hugs and “I love you momma” as she runs off to play. I will miss eating lunch with her and her Daddy everyday. Will he still come home just to eat lunch with me?
Another milestone in parenthood awaits us. We have tackled all the others, I suppose we will handle this one too. I just wish I could swaddle and rock her one more time. Your momma loves you pretty. You make me so proud.
In Memory
In Memory
William “Bill” Smith
May 20, 1936 – August 1, 2000
I miss you Dad. I miss your words of encouragement, your wisdom, your funny nicknames for everyone, and your ability to make everything seem that it was going to be okay. I am grateful for the twenty-six years that I had with you and I look forward to the day that I see you again in heaven.
Your daughter
