Dear World:
I bequeath to you today one little girl ... in a crispy dress ... with two
blue eyes ... and a happy laugh that ripples all day long ... and a
flash of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I
trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning ... and
skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And
never again will she be completely mine. Prim and proud she'll wave her
young and independent hand this morning and say
"Good Bye"... and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in line ... and wait by the alphabet for her
name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears to the sounds
of school-bells ... and deadlines ... and she'll learn to giggle ... and
gossip ... and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the
little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll
learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside.
And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer
day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in a
sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss
lilac blossoms in the morning dew. No, now she'll
worry about important things. Like grades ... and which dress to
wear ... and who's best friend is whose. And the magic of books
and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now
she'll find new heroes.
For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and
playmate and father and friend. Now she'll learn to
share her worship with her teachers ... which is only right. But, no
longer will I be the smartest man in the whole world. Today
when that school bell rings for the first time ... she'll learn what it
means to be a member of a group. With all it's privileges. And
it's disadvantages too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud. Or
kiss dogs. Or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms. Or
even watch ants scurry across cracks in the summer sidewalk.
Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not
her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her
start out on the long, lonely journey to become a woman.
So, World. I bequeath to you today one little girl ... in a crispy
dress ... with two blue eyes and a happy laugh that ripples all day
long ... and a flash of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight
when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well.
