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.