Dear Miss C:
Yesterday was your kindergarten awards ceremony on the stage in the school cafeteria and your walking field trip, capped off with lunch at McDonald’s, or as sissy says, “Old MacDonald’s.” You may as well know now that I ate at McDonald’s every week while I was pregnant with you, hence your genetic makeup is intrinsically tied to Ronald McDonald. I could lie and say I ate nothing but free range chicken and organic fruits and vegetables, but I really wanted you to appreciate a good batch of piping hot french fries straight from the fryer, and freshly salted, before you even left the womb.
This week is shaping up to be the equivalent of the best week ever on the 5-year-old level. You played with your cousins Sunday, had a friend over Monday after school to play, and then we went to a soccer party at the local playground Tuesday where you had pizza and cupcakes for dinner. We were talking about the party yesterday and I told you that friends and family are so important in life and that if you have those two things, plus a great place to go like Papa’s Beach, that you have all that you really need.
You looked up at me from the kitchen table and without a beat said, “And God!”
I realize every day what a blessing it is to be your mother and sissy’s mother. I may feel like I don’t know what I’m doing half the time, but you prove to me over and over that your daddy and I must be doing something right.
Heading for school in the rain.