My baby graduated today. Not from college, high school or elementary school. She’s not even in elementary school yet. But it feels just as important. Up until today, I was really okay and unemotional about her moving to elementary school. But as I watched her up there on stage, getting awards and accolades at the ripe old age of 5, I about lost it. My baby. My BABY. Not so much a baby anymore.
She uses complete sentences and words beyond her years. She can read and spell and count and do math (kind of). More importantly, she has learned how to interact with others, respectfully, kindly, compassionately. She is tender-hearted and a peace maker. She LOVES to have fun and play. She is a friend to all. Truly. When she comes in to a room, everyone cries out her name and runs over to hug her. And she just looks at me like its nothing new and oh-the-burden-of-being-well-liked. She is proud of herself and yet wholly humble. There is not a stitch of arrogance about her. She knows who she is and what she isn’t. And she likes herself. Just the way she is. Oh that she would stay that way for the rest of her life. Oh that she would not get swept up into what other people think or say about her as truth, but would stick with the One she knows is Truth.
She is the most amazing kid to me. I tell her constantly that she is my “most favorite Rachel ever”. And I mean it. My prayer is that the world would not tarnish or sully her as she walks about it, bringing light and life to those around her. I pray she rubs off on others and not the other way around. (Not in a bad way anyway; you know what I mean.) And I hope she finds a few good friends, who thinks she is just as fabulous as I do.
I love you girlfriend. And I am the proudest momma and so glad to be YOUR momma. You are my most favorite Rachel ever.
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