So as it happens to so many of us. Our little tad-pols grow legs and hop away. My little girl had her first day of school today. I was not present for the blessed event but my wife says it went off without incident. I suppose it was good that she escorted my daughter in that I tend to take the, "Finding Nemo" Approach to parenting.
And no, I'm saying I wish my daughter's mother was eaten by a Barracuda (although we have our moments), rather I'm implying that I am the more conservative parent, which tends to fear the worst. I'm sure of course that this has nothing to do with my employment in the mental health field.
But I digress, and I know it sounds cliche but they do grow so very fast. One minute your cradling them in your arms, the next there bounding off to school. You find yourself standing in place holding a baby blanket wondering were the time has gone? I'm selfish this way. I don't want to share my little girl with anyone. I wish she could stay home another year. "Whats the rush I say?"
"She's ready." My wife calmly replies. She's half right. My daughter is ready. I'm not.
I love you so my little Nemo. Go swim, play, and have fun. Remember to watch for sharks, as you ride the current with your fellow turtles finding your way.
Your loving Marlon
Monday, August 25, 2008
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*sigh. Yup, Stephanie is so ready for preschool she can taste it. I'm back to school too, you know.
Love,
Amo
You seem to be a very dedicated father, but remember, your little nemo will grow and will venture out into the open waters on her own.
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