It seems like just yesterday that I had a tiny, two-week-old baby girl who hadn't yet reached her due date or gained back her birth weight. Now that baby is seven, and today she started second grade.
I had long suspected that when I finally had a baby, it would be a tough, stubborn, and determined little creature with the power of perseverance. She is every bit of that.
She is also the sweetest little soul I have ever known. She has a tender and kind heart; she's a sensitive little thing.
She's smart, and she loves to learn. I haven't yet seen an educational challenge too great for this kid.
There's no question in my mind that she's ready for second grade. This kid has all the tools she needs to succeed. I feel sure that she'll do great things, and that she'll live up to all the lofty hopes and dreams I had for her when she started school and the more practical hopes I expressed when she started first grade.
This year, I'm condensing all those hopes and dreams into one: Do your best, kid, and do it with zest.
Remember that you've got a powerful fan club behind you, cheering you on every step of the way.
Sometimes we hold on a little too tight and don't know how to let you go. But it's because we love you. And we're proud of who you are and who you're becoming.
As the big kid heads off to second grade, this little one heads off to his last day in the Rainbow class. In one year, we'll be sending him off to kindergarten, lunch box in hand, giant backpack on tiny, strong back.
What a day that will be.