Yesterday, I got Mackenzie registered for Kindergarten and it really hit me hard. Most of you who know me know that I am not really sappy about these kind of things but I about cried around 10 times yesterday. I was a mess - I am still a mess.
There are so many things that I wish for Mackenzie.
I hope that she never ever has her spirit broken by a boy on the playground or a harsh word of a teacher. I pray that she is proud of herself and her accomplishments always. I wish that Abby could exist forever. I wish that she always wants to have a pink room with princesses and flowers and polly pockets in it. I hope that she always wants me to read her a book and pray with her before she goes to sleep. I hope that she is forever uninhibited and comfortable in her own skin. I pray that she will freely tell a stranger that Jesus died on the cross for them because he loves them until she is 100 years old. I hope that she wants to sing and dance to music forever.
Everyday she is getting older - obviously - but it is really starting to come out in her ideas and actions and I just want to pause it all for a minute. She is such a wonderful child and I love her so passionately - it is hard to explain! I know that Kindergarten is not going to ruin her - it will only push her forward into the next wonderful stage in her life.
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You writing about Mackenzie gives me goose bumps. How touching. She is such a sweet little girl!
Hope today is a little better for you!
You brought a tear to my eye. It is so amazing how fast they grow and change!
What a sweet prayer for your little girl! Thanks for sharing that with us :)
Okay, pregnant people like me don't need to read sweet stuff like that (got a little misty myself). Very well written
I can't believe she is getting so old!
This is the sweetest post ever. She is so lucky to have you as her mama.
Shauna, at had to go outside because I was crying so hard at kindergarten registration. First day, even worse. My worst fear was that as he grew into a big boy he wouldn't need his mama. He is 10 now and contstantly tells me I'm "his favorite" and still kisses me goodbye in front of his friends. All this while being quite the little stud about campus. It will be ok.
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