Five years ago you were literally pulled from inside of me. Immediately you knew who you wanted, when you wanted them. Back then, it was always me. Five years later, those moments where you want to be held are fewer, as you’re off discovering the world that we live in – the word that’s brand new to you. The moments that you want comfort are quick, you’re in my lap in an instant and a few kind words, a touch and a whisper that everything will be alright, and you’re back on your way to find a new adventure.
The past five years have been filled with experiences, pajama days, cuddling nights, smiles, belly laughs, memories made, intense stares from your stubborn, stubborn little face, temper tantrums, loving embraces, apologies, vacations, so much learning (just as much from you, as to you) and at least nineteen thousand questions answered.
You’re challenging, and I’ve learned to love that. You helped me develop patience, to develop appreciation for the beauty around me. To say ‘hurry up’ less often, to spend a moment to think, to determine what exactly I want you to take from these moments.
It’s been recently that I’ve fully learned the importance of thinking before reacting, or saying something, and that’s all you. In five short years, you’ve taught me more than a lifetime of experience could.
And just like that, you’re off.
It’s time for a new adventure. You’ve got something new to experience. Keep asking those questions. Ask every question that pops into your head. Learn as much as you can, and keep that four-year-old confidence, that stubbornness that has taught me so much and let’s take this journey together, hand in hand, to your first day of school.
I know you’re going to love it. I know you’re going to thrive. I know that you’re going to do just fine – because you are the best of the two people that love you most in the world.
Off you go, with the words “Be brave, and kind” just as much to myself, as to your little five year old ears.