It’s official, we now have a Kindergartner!
When did she get old enough to go to school?
It’s official, we now have a Kindergartner!
When did she get old enough to go to school?
Today marked another milestone in your life, your first day of Pre-K.
Today you moved up into the ‘big kid’ class at daycare. You put on your new school uniform and off we went.
We put your new ‘big kid’ backpack…your first reaction: “Mommy, what’s that smell? It stinks!” Then I explained to you about that ‘new backpack smell’. I don’t think you believed me.
When we arrived at the daycare, it was packed. Many parents were lingering as they dropped off their new Pre-K’ers. We arrived just in time for a group photo. As I looked at the group of kids, some of which you’d been with since you were an infant, I couldn’t believe how you all had grown.
Some kids were sitting around looking shell-shocked, others had tears running down their cheeks, and then there you were my bright, shining star, my Emily; sitting there with a big grin on your face, bouncing on your knees with excitement.
I hope you have a great first day of Pre-K.
I know I am late in posting this (as usual). As you get older, you will realize being late is one of my many quirks (and Nana’s too).
My Dearest Emily,
Another year has passed, and I cannot help but sit back and contemplate all the things you have done in that time. Over the past year, I have watched you transform into a little girl. Gone is the toddler with unsteady feet and words. Instead, in her place is a child who is well articulated and steady. You have blossomed over this last year. You can count to 30, you are beginning to put letters together to spell words, and your vocabulary has increased dramatically. Never did I think that my 4-year old would look at me and say “That is correct, Mother”.
On your birthday, you asked to go to the Mac store to play Dora. The Mac store! You are more like your father every day.
You take great pride in picking out your own clothes. You always have a counterargument ready when your mother tries to modify what you have picked out. “But Mom, they both have flowers! They match!”
You love all things pink and purple. You love wearing dresses and playing dress up. You love to sing and talk all day. You love fairies and princesses with abandon.
Your favorite shows are Dora and Jake and the Neverland Pirates.
You are quite the mother hen in your class with all children smaller than you, regardless of their age.
You went to the dentist for the first time and had your first real birthday party with friends.
Your best friends are Tori, Taylor, and Mackenzie at daycare. Liza, Sonja, and Phoebe are never far from your mind though when not at school.
You love your teachers Mrs. Grant and Mrs. Ana at daycare. There is much wailing and gnashing of teeth should either of them dare to take a personal day. And you consistently call me Mrs. Ana at home, almost as much as you call me mom.
You call me Mother, M-o-m, Mama, and Mommy depending on your mood and if I’ve done anything to aggravate you. Sometimes it is accompanied with an eye roll or two.
This year we began hearing “You just don’t understand”, “It’s not fair”, and “Leave me alone! You’re aggravating me!”
You made your first snow angel and had your first snowball fight. You managed to dump tons of snow down Mommy’s back.
You had your first dance recital; it was 15 minutes long and you refused to wear your tap shoes. At the break, while all the other little girls were changing into their ballet shoes, you skipped around in circles becoming the star of the show.
You begged to be in ‘yogurt’ classes because your best friends were doing so. You seemed to really love yoga and continually ask if it is yoga day.
I look at you and am continually amazed at the little person you have become. Your personality has really bloomed and you have opinions about everything! You are stubborn and strong-willed, but you get that honest. My mom was right; the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Your beautiful curly red hair and blue-green eyes catch the attention of everyone around us. We can’t go anywhere without someone complimenting you on your hair and how cute you are. Then you smile and shyly hide your face. You don’t hesitate to let someone know you like their shoes or clothes. You even compliment women on their painted toe nails. I can already tell you are going to be the death of us when you are a teenager. But we wouldn’t trade it for the world.
You capture the hearts of all you meet, strangers and loved ones alike. We are very lucky to have you. And while we may get mad and cranky, as most parents are apt to do, remember this: we’ll love you forever, we’ll like you for always, Aa long as we’re living our baby you’ll be.
…our baby, our little girl, our Emily.
To My Little Emily:
Now you are two. My how those two years have flown. You have grown so much in these past two years that it all seems like a blur. I can remember carrying you in my womb, giving birth to you, and bringing you home for the first time. You have come a long way since then. It seems like yesterday you were beginning to crawl and taking your first steps. We have since moved on to first words and now short sentences. It will not be long before you are telling us exactly what you think about everything when you think it. Although I look forward to the many firsts we have yet to encounter, it is bittersweet at the same time. I miss the little Emily wrapped up in a fluffy towel snuggling into my lap right after bath. I miss the Emily that I could carry and swing around with the greatest of ease. These days, your legs dangle past my knees when I pick you up. I am glad you are a happy, growing girl but the time is going by too fast.
I watch you every day and try to committ it all to memory. I don’t ever want to forget the way you come running up to me after a day at school or the way you smile and laugh with your father. I especially love the wrestling matches and tickle fests that you and your dad engage in. Every morning I look forward to seeing your smiling face and hearing your sweet voice. Even though I know the day will certainly have its share of tears and “no’s”; I know that your infectious laughter will also be plentiful. I love the way you are surprised at the simplest thing, like bugs and water, and how you shout “Airpane!” when you look up at the sky-even if there isn’t one. One of my favorites is when you see something you find amazing, look back at me with a surprised look on your face and say “Whoa!”. You are becoming imaginative and starting to pretend on your own. That process has been amazing to watch. You make me laugh at so many things and appreciate things even more. Seeing the world through the eyes of a child is a wonderful thing.
I jokingly say to friends and family that you can’t be my child because you don’t like to get dirty or paint or play in the water. But the truth is, you are my child, and I would never change that. You are mine, your father’s, you are ours. That will never change, no matter how much you might wish that when you are a teenager. I now understand all those quotes and stories about motherhood. You are my heart. Letting go is and will be the hardest thing I ever have to do. Already I have had to let go of the baby you use to be and accept the strong-willed toddler saying “Help” at the top of her lungs, which is your equivalent of saying “I can do it myself”. Come August, we will be letting go of the little girl in diapers and accepting the big girl who no longer needs them. Even though I try to encourage your independence, it is a double-edged sword. Part of my job as a mother is to ensure your health and well-being as a child, and help you grow into a mature, well-adjusted, productive adult. However, that part of my job conflicts directly with the other part of my job, to love you and protect you from any number of things, no matter how big or small the threat. I only hope that you one day will understand these things for yourself.
It is amazing to me to see the parts that your father and I passed on to you. You have my nose and your father’s eyes, and our red hair. You have many of your father’s personality traits, including his stubborness, and my inability to sit still for more than five seconds. It is interesting to see the results of your father and I squished into one tiny little person who also has a personality of her own. I look forward to watching your personality develop and I cannot wait to meet the person you are destined to be. But for now, you are mine, and I will treasure every minute of it.
You are my little girl, my baby, my angel now and forever.
I love you, Emily, so very much. We both do.
Last week we had a friend come over for dinner. He brought his spiffy new camera and took some great pictures while visiting. It has taken me a few days, but I am finally getting around to posting links to the pictures. There are even a couple of really good pictures of Dante. Who knew he was so photogenic?
Hats off to Geof who took the pictures. They really are good