Happy Day you big First Grader!
I am so proud of you. Watching you carefully arrange your desk last week - placing the pencils just so, and stacking your notebooks neatly...you are so not your mother's daughter. Packing and repacking your backpack last night so it was efficiently organized based on when you would need the items and made to fit perfectly...you are so not your mother's daughter. Laying out your school clothes after making a hard choice from 10 appropriate sets per the weather...okay, we may have that in common. Laying your lunchbox on the counter and reminding me to pack your lunch promptly for the morning...and then telling me to wake you early this morning to make sure we are on time for your first day.
First Day - new school.
You were my shy, sensitive little toddler who has blossomed into a confident, inquisitive, outgoing, and lovely young girl. You are a friend to all and kindness leads your path. You are caring, helpful and of course, wickedly smart. You are going to Rock first grade my dear!
You are an avid reader and it is so endearing to me to see you with open books walking down the sidewalks, bumping into things as you cannot tear yourself away as you need to finish just "one more" chapter before closing it for the hour. How once you buy a new book, your only goal is to finish it quickly to see how it ends..and the rest of the world must wait. Your love of reading makes me squeal in delight....I always had a book in front of my face in grade school.
You are so brave to go to this new, big school. To not have the worries like your mom. I know you won't cry today..and I know I will...mainly because I am so proud of the girl you have become. How independent, lovely and just plain amazing you are. I am not sure how I got so lucky to live with with greatest 6 year old ever...but I did.
Love you sweetie.