My sweet Georgia,
I can’t believe that we’ve already arrived here, a mere few days away from your first day of Kindergarten.
It feels like yesterday that I was hobbling around the house, huge and swollen, waiting for your arrival into this world. I still remember the moment you were laid on my chest, how you snuggled there for those long and sweet moments, your vernix-coated skin warm against mine.
We’ve spent four years together, attached nearly at the hip. You nursed until you were nearly three, and you’ve spent countless hours curled up in my lap, reading stories, watching movies, or just snuggling and breathing each other in.
I’ve come to know your likes and dislikes, the inner workings of your sweet spirit and fiery personality. You love peppers, and have been known to eat them like an apple. You have a soft spot for anything sweet, and typically ask me for a cookie or chocolate before the sleep is rubbed out of your eyes. You’re a sneaky one too, known to climb up onto the highest counters in search of some type of hidden sweet treat.
I’ve come to know you like you’re an extension of myself. Our days melt into each other, because we’ve always moved around our day together. You have a special spot in your heart for your family and your closest friends, and you love your home, your own bed, seeking the comforts of the familiar when you need to.
In many ways I have found a kindred spirit in you, and I don’t know how I’ll manage when a piece of me walks out the door to school in a few short days. I wonder if my spirit will feel uneasy, looking for its missing piece. For awhile, I’m sure it will.
I know you’ll fit right in at school, your infectious smile and your loving personality will draw others to you. Being a big sister and a little sister, I know you’ve had a taste of both worlds, and there’s proof of that in your easy-going nature.
As nervous as I am to release you into the big world, I know too that you’re ready and capable. You have a fiery side of you that comes out when it needs to. A side that knows when to advocate, when to stick up for what is right, and I’m proud of that part of you too.
I’m not sure what to expect in the coming weeks as I loosen my grip on you and our leisurely days together. I hope that the transition is smooth, and I know that you’ll be ready for extra long cuddles at the end of the day, ones that I hope to soak up and savour. But I’m also excited to see you blossom into a little girl, to see you out and about in the world, making your mark on it.
I know you’ll soar, my sweet girl. And I’ll be here, watching you as you adjust to your big beautiful wings.
All my love, forever,
Mommy
