My first-born started high school yesterday. I've written her this letter - but it's really for me.
"To my daughter starting High School,
It
is almost unimaginable that you’re starting High School today, but here
you stand before me, not quite a teen but definitely no longer a child.
It’s almost inconceivable that you’re dressed in the same uniform I
wore – was it really 27 years ago? - and yet I helped you do up the
buttons on your tunic despite you swatting my hands away.
Your
eyes are bright and eager, but I see a flicker of nerves cast a
minuscule shadow over them – a tell-tale sign only your mother can see.
Every cell in my being aches to walk alongside you as you pace those
halls as I once did, but I fight back tears as I know you’ll do it
alone. And I know you can do it on your own.
If I can share with
you a few secrets - if only you’ll listen - but you’ll probably laugh
them off . I will tell them to you anyway, knowing that my words will
live in a tiny crevice in your memory, something for you to reach out to
if need be.
But you’re bright and smart and funny and beautiful and full of light. You won’t need me. You’ll be just fine.
You stand next to me, your head just under my shoulder, and I wonder
where that 5-year-old starting kindy who just reached my hips has gone?
“I’ve just grown up mum,” she tells me, giggling, dropping off the
‘-my’.
Don’t worry about fitting in, you weren’t meant to. In
fact no-one was. Be yourself and like-minded souls will gravitate
towards you. I wish I knew this truth when I was 11. Please believe me.
As you walk into your new life, I’ll be with you. As I head over to the
car to sit for a few hours until I can collect you, I’ll close my eyes
and imagine you discovering new classrooms, teachers, friends and, most
importantly, yourself.
My daughter, as you start high school, my
wish is for you to be happy, to flourish and to mature. It won’t be
easy, but this will be one of the most exciting and challenging years
you’ve ever had. Cherish every moment and dare to live your dreams.
Never limit yourself; this is your time to shine.
Soon enough, I
won’t be able to measure you against my body. You’ll pass my shoulders
just as you grew past my hips. And you’ll grow past me, standing
proudly, with your head held high.
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