You were my many firsts. My first pregnancy. My first child. My first preschooler. My first kindergartener. The list could go on and on. You are my first of many things; and many more things to come. I am so excited for many of our firsts.
So you recently turned 7. You play video games like you are a seasoned gamer. Minecraft, Disney infinity. You love art, and music. You are a master Lego builder. So far you haven’t been into the conventional “girly” toys and things. You hate wearing dresses, and balk at dolls. Your grandfather bought you an American girl doll. I showed it to you, and you made a face and said it was “creepy”. It kinda was.
At 7, you are so cerebral. You think about EVERYTHING! You won’t do anything without thinking about it. I took your brother and you to the playground the other day, and your brother ran out like a crazy screaming banshee. You walked up to the playground apparatus, took a look at it, grabbed the base of it and slightly shook it. Like you were testing how sturdy it was. When you decided it was sturdy enough, then you jumped on it. Careful. Cautious. Mindful. A thinker. Analytic. These are just some adjectives I use to describe you.
I am so excited by your potential. I hope with all my heart that you live to your full potential. You are full of questions. Some I can answer. Some I cannot. Always you make me think about things I have not thought about in a long time.
As an adult, time moves exponentially faster than as it did as a child. Minutes are like seconds, and days compressed to minutes, and years into months. As an adult, I have lost my concept of time. I sometime scold and yell at you to hurry up! What the hell is taking you so long?! Then I realize that time moves differently for you than it does for me. I vaguely remember being your age, and the summer seemed like a whole year! The days were long. Come fall, looking at all the kids back in school, they all seemed a whole year older. Having those memories as an adult it was only a few months that passed since I saw everyone last.
You are going into the 2nd grade in the fall. I hope that your new teacher is someone that allows you to work to your full potential. I hope that your new teacher is someone who sees how hardworking you are. I hope that she continues to challenge you. I hope that this teacher learns your weaknesses and can help you cultivate your strengths. I know this is a lot to ask of a teacher, but those are aspects that I am trying to develop in you. I hold myself responsible for your education first. Then I look to your teachers for guidance. I know that at times I can be a bit harsh about your schoolwork, but I am so obsessed with your educational well being, that I want to instill in you the importance of hard work. I know I can be an overbearing mother but I have the best intentions. I am trying my damnedest. You are my first, and I don’t always know what the hell I’m doing.