My Sweet Kindergartener

My sweet Luci. My first baby. You made me a mom, and I can’t thank God enough for the person you’re becoming.


Kindergarten starts in just a little over a day, and my heart isn’t ready. I know your wings are ready to fly, but my heart.


Oh, my heart.


I remember your tiny little self when they laid you on my chest. I remember thinking you were the most beautiful baby I’d ever seen.


Things were much easier and so much simpler back then. Back when it was just you and I. There wasn’t any chaos, no crazy storms, and I had so much more patience.



The bills were smaller, the house was smaller, and there were a lot less toys. We had nothing but free time to do whatever we wanted. It was us against the world.


I thought you were a tough baby, but then your brother and sister came along and boy was I wrong.



You taught me what unconditional love is, how to have patience and be slower to anger, and not to have tears shed over spilled milk.


We learned together, you and I. I learned how to teach you to talk when your words came late, we learned colors and shapes and numbers and letters.




We had 15 months of just you and I before your brother came along. You’ve still always been the one to do things first and test the limits to see where they lay.


You were the guinea pig. You sort of still are, but I’m trying so hard to be fair and equal, even though the age differences make it tough.



I’ve stopped telling you mommy’s heart is sad you’re ready to go, because it was easy to see it was affecting you in ways I didn’t think it would. You’re so sweet, loving, and kind and it hurts your heart when mommy‘s heart is hurting.


I tell you I’m happy you get to go. That you’re a big girl who’s ready to make friends and do big things. To be kind and accepting of others, to be the person others can count on to do the right thing.


Your brother and sister won’t quite know what to do without you, but I pray for a new bond to grow amongst them and for life to get maybe just a little easier.


My baby, my growing, kind, soft hearted, Tom boy of a girl; how fiercely I love you and how honored I am to walk you into this new chapter of your life.


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