Freyja started kindergarten last Wednesday.
I don't think I will ever get tired of saying that.
Freyja. Started. KINDERGARTEN. In our local mainstream public school. She's in school with her sister. She took the bus there with her sister. She is in public school. In the same school as her sister. We are taking it a year at a time, yes. But we are taking it!
The night before the first day of school, I wrote my girls letters. I read them out loud as they got ready that next morning. As I read them, Johnny made barfing noises in the background because they were so cheesy. All the same, I want to include them here.
It's been such a joy to watch you prepare for kindergarten, and here we are the night before your first day. You've worked so hard for this moment and you've defied all the odds to get here. You are in a mainstream public school! You have a small army of people to support you and ensure your success. You are determined and tenacious and you don't know failure. You are the you-est person I have ever met, so self aware and so unwavering in your very Freyja-ness.
My daring precious peanut, I wish you knew how many people are in your corner and have been since your birth. I wish you knew how many hearts you have touched and how many hands have supported you every step of the way. You are so loved and we are proud beyond words of who you are and all you have accomplished.
We don't yet know where you will lead us in the future. We don't know what you will need and how you will grow and change. But I do know that tomorrow you will start kindergarten and at the end of the month you will turn six. You will have already accomplished more in your short life so far than many people much older than you. We are so excited to be along for your adventure. I love being your mother with all my heart and soul. And I love you.
Love love love,
I'm writing to you the day before school starts. You are about to start second grade. Your hair is getting long. You just got your first skateboard, and you already ride it competently. You are an artist. You still have not lost a tooth. You are seven and a half and you are beautiful, smart, creative, brave, kind, silly, and wonderful. You are the center of my world and I love you and am so proud of you.
In second grade you will learn so much. You will read more and do more math. You are a Bay Stater now, and you'll learn more about your adopted hometown and state. You will do more art, more music. We will ride our bikes and you will skateboard with Daddy until it's too cold. Your hair will grow longer if you promise to keep brushing it, and you will grow taller. You might even lose a tooth or two.
You will make more friends. You will work hard and play hard. And I hope you continue to fall in love with life. You are precious to me and to the whole universe. Enjoy school, enjoy life, enjoy being you!
I love you to infinity and beyond.