|Why are you waking me up this early?|
|My Godmother, Mindy sent me flowers!|
|I can't believe you got me a fish!|
|She talked to her fish the whole time she ate her breakfa|
Logically I know I'm ready. As far as school supplies, I'm ready. Emotionally, come on, we both know the answer to that stupid question. It's not like I'm hiding in my closet curled up in the fetal position crying about the fact my daughter will not be in my sight every minute of the day. Well not yet. Realistically it's not the part where she's not in my sight all day that is troubling me, it's the thought that she could be picked on. She could be teased. She could say something in front of her whole class and they could laugh at her and she could cry. What if she falls on the playground and the school nurse calls me but I'm in the bathroom and don't hear the phone ring and Rylee has to wait in the office and she's crying and scared? Oh my God why do we send our kids to kindergarten! It's not okay! I'm not ready! Let's calm down and be rational. She's not going to college yet. I'm not sending her to another country for a foreign exchange program. She's not running off to travel abroad and find herself, where she meets a creepy guy named Paolo and tells me she's in love. She's going to kindergarten for almost three hours a day. No big deal right? Why is this so scary?
|Oh how I loved the Care Bears!|
|Mom, what were you thinking when this outfit was chosen? |
If I picked it, you shouldn't have let me. If you did, well, you know I'll be sending you the therapy bill.
|Becky and I with the girls in September of 2007. |
We still can't believe how fast time flies.
We, Rylee's family, won't be the only voices speaking into her life.
This is the most terrifying part of starting school.
|Later mom! I'm too excited to be scared!|
|My kindergarten class. Mrs. Linden on the right. |
And there I am on the top right, unaware that red and purple really don't go together.
I remember my kindergarten teacher very well. I am so blessed to still be in contact with her. She taught my sister, my brother, and myself. Her name is Mrs. Lee Linden. She sent me a copy of "Life's Little Instruction Book" when I graduated high school. She sent Rylee a copy of "Brown Bear, Brown Bear" when she was born. I have moved a lot in my life. Fortunately my family wasn't moving when I was in school, so I was able to attend the same elementary school until it was time for Jr. High. All the teachers I had back then were able to see me grow. I want that for Rylee. I want teachers I trust, in her life. They don't have to have the same religious or political views as me, I just want to trust them.
|C'mon Dad! This is the only time I'll be cool |
with you riding the bus with me.