Dear Daughters, the sequel,
It has been 8 months since I penned a letter to you, so much has changed since early January. You both have grown into beautiful young girls with each in your own way.
My darling oldest daughter, in a few mere days you will hold my hand to take you to your kindergarten class. While you had two years’ experience with pre-school this time it feels harder on me. You are beginning your school journey. I have spent almost 5 years to give you any tools I could. Now it is up to you to go forward. I will be here to pick you up every day. I will hear your stories and guide you with homework. With the new mandate for full-day-kindergarten, for the first time we will not have lunch together. This is what is strange to me. For years I prepped all your meals. I will continue to make your lunches for school exciting. I know you will compare what is in everyone else’s lunch, and will trade or keep what you choose. I remember those days. I am at a loss of not being with you every day. I am proud of you on the beauty you are inside and out.
My dear bonus younger daughter, you will begin your pre-school journey in days. Because of your social/language delays, you will have a support worker with you. You deserve everything your sister got at your age. I hope you don’t hate me for saying bye when you are in the door of your first school experience. It is not because I don’t love you, I do with all my might. It’s because I know I can’t be everything you need to develop and grow. It is time for us to step forward to help you for a few hours a week, we will not be together. I will pick you up with open arms and soak up the precious time we will have one on one before we pick up your sister. I am so proud of who you are and who you can be.
To my miracle and bonus babies, I am always here for when you need me. I know I have to let go of your hands for a bit to go forth into the beautiful world to learn and experience what I did at your tender ages. While you may not cry when I go, I will be when I walk away from your schools. And I will be there with hugs and an eager ear to hear about your school days.
With all the love from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes,