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I am so relieved. My house is upside down from getting our portfolio together
for review, and from canning tomato sauce for the first time, but WHO CARES!
I spent the morning outside in the cool breeze sitting with my girl
discussing plans for the year. She still wants to go to fifth grade, but next
year, as an 11yo(she started K after just turning 5, was the youngest in her
class and has always been behind in emotional maturity). I saw this on a
message board, and wanted to share it. I am so thankful and happy I do not
represent the parent in this narrative, although that is how my precious dd
got her start in her education:

Dear World:

I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress..with two blue
eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long..and a flash of light
blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight 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 "Good Bye"...and walk with little lady steps to the
schoolhouse.

Now she'll learn to stand in line...and wait by the alphabet for her name to
be called. She'll learn to tune her ears to 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 across 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 steps on a summer day
and watch an ant scurry across the crack in a sidewalk. Nor will she have
time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss lilac blossoms in the morning
dew. No, now she'll worry about important things. Like grades...and which
dress to wear...and who's best friend 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 father 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 man
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 a group. With all it's
privileges. And it's 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 the summer sidewalk.

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 become a woman.

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



Ang
SAHM to
Megan Elizabeth 8/8/92 8lbs 8oz
Ashlyn Olivia 7/25/99 9lbs 8oz
Christian James 6/09/01 9lbs 5oz
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