On the first day of preschool

Let’s talk about the point when we let go.

No. On second thought. Let’s not. Because this isn’t letting go in the traditional sense.

This is simply me, writing a note to my little girl, sticking it in her backpack and watching as she toddles up the steps to her first day of preschool.

And this is her, at ease and excited, taking in the situation and accepting her role as a child who’s ready to learn. To learn differently, without the eager eyes of her parents looming over; instead, with the freedom of individuality.

And this is us. Realizing that it all moves so fast. That cliches are true. And that while we’re not letting go, we are beginning to ease up on the reins.

That, though she can’t yet read it, she’s been given the go ahead.

“Sierra –
Enjoy this – your first day of school.
You are going to have a great time.
I am already so proud of you.
Love, Daddy.”

I can’t wait to hear how it turns out. Every single day of it. I can’t wait.

And until the end of each of those days, I’ll learn to slowly let go, a little at a time.

This was lovingly handwritten on August 30th, 2010