Erin: "Mommy who do I look like?"
Me: Ummm, Dora?
Erin: "No, an expert camper of course!"
Erin: rushes out of the bathroom
Me: burst into tears in the shower
This is my girl Erin.
My first born.
The person who made me a mommy.
The person who has changed my life the most.
My biggest helper.
The best big sister to Eoin and Bridgie
My best friend.
Kindergarten is Friday.
I am nervous, anxious, and self-doubting.
I am going to miss her.
I will be lonely.
I will feel like something is missing all day long.
I probably won't eat much or do much that day.
I will be waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
I will be at the bus stop 15 minutes early.
I will be nervous, anxious, and self-doubting.
She will be fine.
She will probably love it.
Her teacher will be so smart and funny.
She will make a friend.
She will be a kindergartner.
I would love to tell you that I am okay with all of the kindergarten stuff and that I think it is so exciting. I wish I could lie and tell you that. I wish that I believed that public or private education was good enough for my child. I wish that I could tell you I thought "school" was good for her. I wish that my faith in other people was stronger. I believe in God and I know God and that is why I will put her on that bus with that bus driver that I do not know. And I will pray that he does not decide to drive off into the sunset with my child, my best friend, my life.
And I will pray.
And I will pray.
And I will pray.
And I will put on a brave face. And I will listen to her. And I will learn from her. And I will advocate for her in any fashion necessary. And we will both grow.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future".
Jeremiah 29:11