KHP – The Last Days of Summer

Next time I post I will have a Kindergartner.  I am so excited for her but scared of letting go.  I am her net, her protector, her guide, her teacher; I am the arms the swaddle her and  navigate her path. She is my joy, my radiance, my curiosity, my creativity and my purity.  She is the warmth in my soul that lifts me up and pushes me forward.

These things will not change completely but they will alter and shift. I know from the outside we seem to have transitioned moving separately and independently but she is mine and I am hers.  I feel her excitement, I feel her strength, I see her kind sweet soul seeping out into the world.  Her caution, her maturity, her unbelievable imagination, and her love.  I have faith in her but I selfishly am sad to have to share her.  I must trust that people will see the same light and nurture its glow.  I will be a mirror reflecting her into the world but sheltering her image.

Tonight, I watch her run through the fields, embrace her loved ones, run hand in hand with her friends, and bask in the glow of the last summer evening.  I will wipe marshmallow off your chin, I will hold her hand on the dance floor, and I will watch quietly as she runs through the flowers. She is running through her summer evening letting go of just a tiny piece of her child to see fill in with a tiny piece of her future.  I know she will do amazing things and I can’t wait to see all that she will become but I mourn for the little pieces I have to release.  Let them float up to the clouds and reflect into the sunrise.

Sunset on a perfect night.

Sunset on a perfect night.

Tools in the Greenhouse.

Tools in the Greenhouse.

The Greenhouse.

This is the greenhouse at Fulton Farm which is part of Wilson College.  The Farmer’s Market that my friend coordinates was having a mid-season party.  Fulton Farm is an organic farm that is a major contributor to our amazing market.  This is also on my running loop.

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Getting as close as possible to the wide angle lens. I think I have a forehead print on my lens now:)

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So many pretty little things to find in the gardens.

PP and LP acting silly.

PP and LP acting silly.

Remnants of a hoop.

Remnants of a hoop.

Where does she come up with this up.

Where does she come up with this stuff?

PP don't ask.

PP don’t ask.

I have not trained her to do this I promise.

I have not trained her to do this I promise.

PP running through the flower gardens.

PP running through the flower gardens.

LP and her BFF

LP and her BFF

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About khpixler

Freelance artist, photographer, illustrator, designer, athlete, wife and mom of two beautiful girls. Trying to make it daily. https://makingitdaily.wordpress.com/about/
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2 Responses to KHP – The Last Days of Summer

  1. wwwmama says:

    Such a beauty, and a beautiful testament to your love for her and your bond with her. Good luck with the transition!

  2. Kristen R. says:

    They are just lovely little girls. Your transition will be OK. It’s hard, but it’s also exciting and she will just flourish. I must admit, when you said, “…but I mourn for the little pieces I have to release,” I teared up a little. I know that feeling. It can bring you to tears and make you hold your head high all at once. Good luck!

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