September 16, 2009
No, it's not a birthday or an anniversary. You didn't just graduate from college or something, no matter how old you may seem. Just a note to tell you how proud of you I am.
Last week you started your second year of preschool. I'll admit to being more than slightly nervous. When you started school this time last year, we weren't sure if you'd ever enjoy it. You were nervous and cried whenever your mom took you to school. Though I think you knew she'd be back to pick you up, you didn't want her to leave. And while you eventually embraced school, threw yourself into it and relished each moment, we were worried that it would take you a while to warm up to it this year. Turns out your parents are silly. But that's nothing new to you. On the very first day, you ran to school, charged into the building, right into your class and even forgot to give your mom a hug and kiss goodbye. And you haven't looked back since.
Your maturity is astounding. Your insight is mind-boggling. And your observations, while sometimes uncomfortable, are impressive. Last Friday you asked why the neighbors had hung an American flag (or, as you call it, the pledge of allegiance flag) in their window.
Me: Eight years ago on September 11th, something pretty bad happened.
Mia: Bad? Like what?
Me: Well, it was a really bad accident.
Mia: Like an accident with cars?
Me: It was really an accident with buildings.
Mia: Oh. But why are the neighbors flying a flag?
Me: It's to remember that accident and all the people who helped after the accident.
Mia: What happened to the buildings? Did they fall?
Me: Yes, sweetheart. The buildings fell.
One day I'm sure I'll have to explain terrorism to you. Why people do bad things. But in the mean time, thank you for adding perspective to my world, for being an ever-present bright spot of wonder and joy that can't be tarnished by bad people doing bad things.
More and more I've noticed how like me you are in certain respects. Like me, you dislike change. Like me you'd rather make up your own song than sing the songs of others. Like me you're hard-headed and rarely give up. And like me, anticipation of things - even good things - fills you with a nervous energy and tinge of dread. Before school started, you didn't sleep very well. You woke most nights, came into our room and woke me up so you and I could cuddle. Thank you for trusting me with your nervousness. More importantly, thank you for being stubborn, independent, and not allowing that anticipation to ruin these wonderful experiences.
I love you, Bean. And I don't plan on letting you forget that.
Posted by Chris at September 16, 2009 6:24 AM
Beautiful pictures, and beautifully written sentiments!
That was sweet. Made me tear up when I read that it's you she wakes up for comfort. Ack. Can't take it!
Not only are your children a blessing to you.
You are also a blessing to them. They are
so privilaged to have a father that cares so
much for them and is such an integral part
of their lives.
Thanks for the ruined mascara first thing in the morning. ;-)
And also the much needed reminder that I need to to write my kids a letter. Watching them grow and mature, watching them surprise us with the reaches that their intellect can take is a blessing to us. I should let them know that more often.
Yup, kids are pretty awesome, aren't they? Bravo to you for not forgetting to tell them so.
Oh,so nice, beautiful. Mia will really treasure this letter to her when she's older.
I hope that you print this out - including the pictures - and put it in an envelope for Mia to open on a future birthday. Maybe her wedding. It is something worth saving.
Such a sweet letter for a super sweet girl.
And hurray for stubborn, independent girls! I think they all should be that way.
This was beautiful. It's a bit mind-boggling for me to remember that she didn't even exist when 9/11 happened.
My gosh she is growing up so quickly. You're going to have the boys knocking down your door one day. She is a beauty.
LOVE the pic of Beth n Mia....beautiful!!!
I wish I could write as well as you do. Wonderful posting. She'll cry when she's old enough to read and appreciate it. Thanks for sharing.
sniff....I'm bawling over here!
I love it. Unconditional love at its finest. :)
&heart; That's just too dang sweet.
This may be my favorite post ever. *wiping away tears*
Love this! Made me smile and tear up at the same time!
This was a lovely letter. And, can I say, she's gorgeous and both kids are so much bigger than the last time I saw a picture. I need to stop by the blog more often evidently.
YOU and BETH are great parents, the reason she can run off and be herself and not look back IS because she trusts YOU BOTH, she knows you will be there! You don't know how special that is! Really! I did that to my grandmother when she was raising me...
Preschool off! Running! I was learning! Watch Mia in Kindergarten! If she gets bored and if they treat her like a baby watch her! LOL
I knew how to read and write BEFORE kindergarten, and when I got there and they wanted to take naps and play I was OUT OF THERE! Literally! I would go to the back of the room and grab my coat, lunch box and LEAVE! Walking the 5 blocks home! OR they would find me in the first grade class upstairs with my cousins! LOL Just saying!
Little ones can be totally independent when they have great parenting and she is SO smart and witty, she needs good teaching...no naps! LOL
As much as I appreciate your explanation to your daughter, it pained me to read 9/11 described as an accident. There was *nothing* accidental about that day. It was a series of horrible, *deliberate* acts that forever changed the history of this country.
You make me cry, stop it man!
You make me cry, stop it man!
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