Tomorrow it will be my honor to be the speaker for a MOPS group in Zelienople. I was asked to speak about how to prepare a Preschooler for Kindergarten. I plan to talk about the practical aspects, and the academic. A couple of hours ago, I felt inspired to write about the emotional. After I introduce myself, I will read this to them.
The car door opens.
I think I’m ready to let go.
I hesitate as I wait for her to get out, the fear of “big school” in her eyes.
She knows what to expect; we went to registration together.
But the summer went too fast; the age from one to five.
Does she realize how it will feel, to no longer hold my hand,
In the middle of the day;
To dry her tears when she cries about the unknown?
Will she make a craft, or read a story, or eat cookies,
Without me by her side?
It will be okay.
We are Best Friends.
I take her hand as I say goodbye.
And reach UP to hug her neck.
My Mom and I.
c 2012