Dear First Grade Teacher~
Somehow sending my sweet girl off to school for first grade was nearly as bittersweet as last year’s steps into Kindergarten. I should be good at this by now, right? I’ve seen her in her uniform. She’s been under a teacher’s care for the full day. She’s come home stronger, smarter and sassier.
That goofy nature, the desire to make silly faces, the contagious giggle? She gets that from her Daddy. She comes by her love of play and joking ways honestly. From him she has learned to laugh and tease, smile and see the best in most every situation.
The sensitivity? The dramatic? I’ll own up to those traits. She and I share those. Oh, and the freckles, too.
But that tendency to be a bit shy? She doesn’t get that from either of us. That is all her. So is her heart, her kindness, her wish to be independent, her beautiful singing voice, her love of friends and that deep-down-belly-laughter.
I just want you to know, in walking my little girl into your classroom, I am both excited and apprehensive. I’m thrilled for the adventures that lie ahead of her. I’m delighted she has you to guide her. But I am watching time slip away. With every uniform skirt she dons, every classroom she enters, with every word she learns to read and write, with every moment she lets go of my hand to take a friend’s, I am forced to let a little piece of my baby girl slip away.
I know you will handle her with care. I have watched you with the children, the eye contact, the smiles, the enthusiasm, the genuine love you share. For this, I am grateful.
And if you would, warn her second grade teacher. I don’t think I’ll be letting go by then either.