First grade...

This morning I cried into my coffee cup after waving goodbye to a too tall little girl in a blue skirt and pink Snoopy t-shirt climbing into her Daddy's pickup.

The baby on my hip felt out of place somehow.  I shut the door and the world literally spun with memories of the first day of school last year... the baby was in my belly, and my beautiful toddler was in my arms.

I kept busy all morning, sweeping, mopping, scrubbing.  My house sparkles... my heart hurts.

Sarah doesn't seem to mind Josie being gone at all.  Marie was heartsick all day looking for her big sister everywhere...

Luke came home for lunch and I was grumpy...  I feel a little bad about that...

I am looking forward to picking Josie up from school, swooping her in my arms, smelling that kid smell in her hair and taking the picture I missed snapping this morning...
 

Today aches with Marie's absence... I can almost hear her voice echoing in the empty rooms and the too quiet spaces.  Her face is so clear in my mind... she is quite busy I'm sure, bossing people around in Heaven.

I miss Josie too, she is so amazing.  It is very difficult to share her with the world...  but share I will because she brings sunshine wherever she goes...

I posted this last year and wanted to share it again...

I Trust You'll Treat Her Well

Author: Victor Buono

Dear World:
I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.

She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine.
Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.

Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.

No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.

For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.

She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.
Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.

I trust you'll treat her well.


What I wanted most for my daughter was that she be able to soar confidently in her own sky, whatever that may be.
-- Helen Claes