Tomorrow you start Junior Kindergarten. Tomorrow you will get on that big bus, alongside your big sister. You will surely be filled with excited laughter and chatter but I know that deep down you will be a bit nervous. I don’t think that nervousness will last long, but it will be there.
Please know, sweet girl, that all day I will be sitting with you, holding your hand. I will be putting my fingers to your necklace that you chose for me to wear all day, and reminding myself that you are safe and ready for this. I will picture you, playing dinos with your friends (you are SO excited to play with all the dinos in the classroom!), but once in a while you will think of home and your hands will also go up to mamas heart necklace that you chose to wear for your first day of JK.
All day we will be missing you terribly and I am sure Alden will look out the window many times, wondering where his sisters’ are. But as much as we will miss you, we are even more happy and excited for you.
Our sweet second born. Our little wise owl. I picture you, first born, your brow furrowed as you screamed in anger at the nurses. I think of the many pokes and prods you endured during your first few months of life, and the uncertainty we were all faced with.
I smile through my tears as I recall you at a year old, taking your first steps on the back deck of our old house, after your birthday party.
I will most likely relive your first 4 years thus far over and over in my head, not only tomorrow, but certainly for the first few weeks of school.
It seems surreal to me that we are already here. That your packed lunch bag is sitting in the fridge, and your first school outfit is laid out at the foot of your bed. It seems unbelievable to me that you are about to embark on this new journey – when I still see you as the tiny 7lb 13oz baby that you were just over four years ago.
I remember when you were sent to the step up NICU at McMaster a day after your birth. We went from being in the luxurious suite at Mac to NICU. I will never forget you in your little bed in the far corner of the room. How, every time for those few days you were in there, I would hear you before I even entered the sliding doors. I would scrub my hands as fast as I could, wanting nothing more than to have you in my arms again. Even for the few minutes that we weren’t with you, you would start screaming. And now, here we are four years later and this time we are letting you go a little bit except this time you won’t be screaming. Instead you will be wearing your new outfit with the pink flower on it and you will be carrying your much loved Monster High back pack that is far too big. You will take your sister’s hand and cross the road, and climb those big steps into the big yellow bus.
There have been so many times so far in your life in which we have been there to hold your hand. We have always been by your side and I would be lying if I said tomorrow would be easy letting go a bit. It will be mighty hard. However, I will release my hold a bit, feeling confident in the strong, amazing little being that you are.
You are such a strong, feisty, hilarious little girl that always stands up for yourself. That makes it easier. You are competent, courageous and kind. That makes me so proud. You are curious, willing to learn and a great friend. That makes me certain that you will thrive in JK.
We are SO proud of you Aubrey. You have come a long way, and you are only moving upwards and onwards, at a fast pace. You are a true model of strength, being true to oneself and courage. You always push the limits but that is something that we are so thankful for. You don’t stop at no often times, which as your mama, can be frustrating, but even more times than not, makes me know in my heart that you are strong. You will move mountains – this I am sure of.
Please be kind tomorrow Aubrey. Please remember to use your manners, speak your truth and use compassion at all times. Remember that everyone who is in your presence is often times taken back by you forwardness but that this amazing trait of yours is admired by many (myself included).
I am so proud of you. I cannot even wait to see you bouncing off the bus tomorrow, your brand new outfit smeared in sand and paint, your hair in shambles. I am so excited to hear all about your day and the fun that you are sure to have had.
Tomorrow a new journey begins – and we are so thankful to be your parents to be a part of it.
Love you so much, our sweet Bree owl.
Loads and loads of love.