Friday, August 29, 2014

Kindergarten

Dear Samantha,

Today is your last day at daycare.  You started going there in August of 2009 when you were a little under 6 months old.   What I am trying to say is that you have been going to that building your whole life.  You have spent more time awake in between those walls than anywhere else.  This transition to a new school, new surroundings, new people is in my humble opinion the second biggest change of your life.  You might know it yet but becoming a sister, a big sister in 2012 was probably your biggest change.  I digress.

Everyone knows we paid good amount money for you to go to that daycare and it was worth it. They help mold you into the person you are today and I could not be prouder.  You are strong willed, intelligent, caring and honest.  You are absolutely intellectually "ready" for kindergarten but I also understand with big changes comes discomfort and with discomfort comes a lot of emotions/feelings both high and low.

I know you are going through a range of emotions because I am too! Your next school is kindergarten through eighth grade and even though I have always enjoyed being in a classroom, have always enjoyed learning, I struggled in those grades socially.  So, I am excited for you but at the same time nervous.  My instinct will always be protect you.  

From baby to toddler, to preschooler, to kindergarten-er, it has been my privilege to be a part of your journey and I am happy you are part of mine,  You push me to be a better father, a better listener, a better coach, a better husband, just a better person.  Trust me on this; "push" is the right word to use! I want to thank you for always challenging me.

Should I post this letter?  I don't know.  Should I keep this between us?  Maybe.  I do want a digital imprint of my feelings and thoughts at this moment to share with you in the future.  I also want to have it for me to remind me of the pride, joy, nervousness and excitement I am feeling.

I love you.  I will always love and I will always be there for you.

Love,

Dad


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