a letter to Lucy (for the world to see):
Momma is scared for you. You are about to enter the big ol' mean world of public education. Dont' get me wrong, it's a lot of fun too. You'll get to learn things and do things that momma couldn't teach you. For now though I am nervous for you. I am nervous that you are going to spend a lot of time getting into trouble for being you. Your inability to NOT attend to every thing around you might not serve you well in a class of 28. Your need for socialization and vocalization might get you in trouble. You are such an individual, so very unique and artistic and all of these are really really awesome traits unless your teacher (and your mother at times ) just wants you to put the eyes and mouth INSIDE of the drawing of the head. I get scared every night when I can't get you to listen to even one short book, or one chapter of a book. I know you know when grownups are unhappy with you and I know it just makes you act up even worse (you get so nervous about that) and it's breaking my heart to think of you going through hell over the next several years.
Part of me really really hopes that you continue to prove me wrong. That you excel at traditional learning, that you are an appropriate (not so bossy and tattle taley) peer to your fellow classmates. I know I just have to let go and we will face these challenges together.
For now, lets enjoy this last spring and summer of your "little kidness" and be thankful for every painfully slow witching hour we have together.
I love you,
helping plant our (now dead) tomato seedlings. Mother Nature Gardens here we come
zep is a little OCD about these little tennis balls.
chatting with the neighbor dudes
my sleeping preschooler