Stay little sweet girl…

Today I read a poem on Facebook….and it seems like it is written specifically for my daughter. I am the type of person who was not a sappy person before I had kids. We have 1 more year until my sweet girl goes to Kindergarten but I am dreading it each time I think about it. I just want her to stay little….she’s still my baby. The thought of someone hurting her feelings kills me. I know eventually it’s going to happen but I know that while I will try to keep a brave face in front of her I will definitely go behind a closed door and cry my eyes out. 

Why do kids have to grow up? Why do they have to leave the place that we work so hard to make safe and full of love. I try every day to be the best mom I can possibly be. I am so proud of my kids, they are happy, healthy, smart and the best things I have ever accomplished in my life. I sit and stare at my sweet girl and know that she is amazing because it’s who she is. I know my little guy will be the same way as he continues to grow and learn.

For now I will leave you with the poem that left me in tears:

“I Trust You’ll Treat Her Well” by Victor Buono

Dear World:
I bequeath to you today one little girl…in a crispy dress…with two brown eyes…and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sun 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 “Goodbye” and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.

Now she’ll learn to stand in lines…and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She’ll learn to tune her ears for 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 ‘cross 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 on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she’ll worry about those important things…like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends 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 mother 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 woman 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 the group…with all its privileges and its 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 sidewalks in the summer.

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 becoming a woman.

So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl…in a crispy dress…with two brown eyes…and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.

I trust you’ll treat her well…

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