Yo, dude... You started SCHOOL this year. You're going to realize this year how much you love STRUCTURE. How much you love socializing. How much you love making people smile. And you will also find out you're great at physical comedy, though it WILL get you into trouble.
You're gonna cry a lot this year. This year is going to be the first time that you will remember someone other than your parents scolding you. You just wanted to make Hannah from your Kindergarten class laugh by pretending to be exhausted, so you will dramatically fall to the ground around the clock rug. Mrs. Novotny either won't think it's funny or she needs the class to see her scold you to keep SOME semblance of order in her classroom. Either way, you are going to be sent to sit down while the rest of the class plays. You're not gonna take it well. But don't let it deter you. In seven years, you're going to be encouraged to act out and be silly and make people laugh. You just haven't found the right venue yet. Hold tight, little buddy.
You're also gonna cry when you leave Mrs. Novotny's class. Because I think you realize that she really did (does?) care about you. All of your teachers are going to fall in love with you. Because you're BRIGHT. And you are willing to volunteer for EVERYTHING. They're gonna let you slide with things that maybe they shouldn't let slide. And that will also become a theme in your life. You're charming, and so people let you get away with murder. Teachers, boyfriends, family members. Blame them for your problems. You'll end up doing that a lot, too.
But you're six. I'm getting ahead of myself. That's something we tend to do a lot. For now, just enjoy that the worst thing you have to deal with is when your mom runs out of baloney and makes you a liver sausage sandwich. We'll get through this. Together.
Your partner always,
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