Wednesday, August 27, 2008

I Trust You'll Treat Her Well


I Trust You'll Treat Her Well
Author: Victor Buono

Dear World,

I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crisp dress...with two green eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of blond hair that bounces in the sun 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 "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called.
She'll learn to tune her ears for 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 'cross 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 on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk.
Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends 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 mother 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 woman 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 the group...with all its privileges and its 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 sidewalks in the summer.
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 becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crisp dress...with two green eyes...and a flash of blond hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.

Thank you, Meredith, for reminding me about this awesome poem. It's been a while since I have heard it, but it certainly does have special meaning as our baby girls start a new aspect of their lives. I already told Mer, but I was a blubbering fool when I read this on her blog yesterday, so of course, I had to steal it and put it on mine so Ashleigh would have some idea how this part of her life makes me feel. I love that little girl so very much and she has touched my life in ways I could have never imagined.

Sleep Tight!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm not sure which I love more...the back-pack or the lunchbox! Great poem! Its ok, you can have a cry, we all did! I made Wendy take a hanky first day cause I forgot mine when I started & was so embarressed! She wasn't even required to but just in case! love, Auntie S

The York Family Blog said...

Andrea Linder!!! I was over the tears, now stop it!

Anonymous said...

I love her Pottery Barn back pack and lunch box. Meme could not have afforded those. I am glad you and Ashleigh did so well with the first day of school. Still can't believe it.

Love, Mom

Anonymous said...

Love the poem Oh how true! Ashleigh looks so cute!!!
Can't believe how time has flown!
Love and miss you all!! Kim Linder