Dear Ella,
We enrolled you in kindergarten a few weeks ago. It felt fairly significant...at least for me. Four proofs of address, a physical and you will be a Mann Mustang next fall. It was a quietly momentous occasion for me. I'm sure this day will pale in comparison to your first official day of official school but the stirrings-of-something-big-to-come have started. Amidst tables full of staplers, copies of utility bills, harried parents and Styrofoam cups of coffee I watched you confidently talking to an administrator. You told her you were "excited but nervous" about starting school. Guess that makes two of us!
I'm so proud of how you've taken off with your reading. Your Dad is especially proud of how you've learned to swing a bat and slide into bases, even on concrete. That takes heart. You've been so focused lately on not disappointing your Dad and I. Just tonight, as we got home from daycare, you put on your coat and shoes and tearfully decided that you needed to find another home because you pushed your buddy Will at school. You wondered aloud how you could be more like your friend Lauren, the one that never pushes or looses her cool. I didn't want to tell you, but in my eyes, who you are is a gift. I hope that fighting spirit never leaves you...we just have to find a proper channel for it my dear.
Love,
Mom
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