Some of my thoughts before the new school year begins.
To The Oldest,
Keep being weird. Do what you love and don't let anyone pick on you for it. Have fun with it. Hang out with kids who like what you like, but hang out with kids that are different too.
Be kind. Reach out to the new kids, to the quiet kids, to the ones who get picked on. Show them what a good person you are. When that little voice inside your head tells you not to do something, listen to it. It's there for a reason.
Write stuff down. School is only going to get harder, assignments are only going to get more complicated, and you're only going to have more to remember. I'm not bailing you out if you turn stuff in late, and I'm hoping you learned that lesson last year.
Try new things. Read a lot. Push yourself. Sleep in on the weekends, but get up on school days without too much of a fight. Take showers and use deodorant. Every day. That stuff is important.
Remember that you can talk to me, that you can tell me anything. Even that stuff. And if you don't want to tell me, your dad will listen. I promise. We love you.
This is your last year as a "little" kid, so enjoy every second of it. Things are going to change so much for you in the next 12 months, so hang on tight to what is left.
Be silly, be goofy, sing and dance and laugh.
Learn how to keep yourself organized, because you're going to need it. Read whatever interests you. Then read some more.
Don't let anyone tell you that you shouldn't love math or science or sports or My Little Pony. If you don't want to wear dresses, that's okay. If that's all you want to wear, that's okay too. I do ask that you wear socks though. Please.
Stand up for yourself. Stand up for others. You have a strong voice, so use it for good.
Make good choices. I know you're going to make mistakes. We all do. Remember that your dad and I are here for you no matter what. We love you.
First things first, sweetheart....I love you. Whenever there is anything that makes you doubt that for even one second, I want you to look down at your hands and remember that there is a kiss in there from me, for you to use whenever you need it.
This year might be hard, but we'll do whatever it takes to get through it together, because we are a team. All I ever ask from you is that you do your best. We'll figure out the rest of it together.
Read a lot and find things you love to write about. Play lots of games and hone those analytical skills you were blessed with. Have a good time learning more math and science this year.
Play and have fun, laugh and giggle. Try not to take life too seriously and just enjoy being a kid.
Smile. Be happy. We love you.
To Little Boy,
This year is going to be an interesting one, and even if I worry too much sometimes, I am sure that you will be okay. I promise I'll try not to cry and linger too much.
Try not to climb the walls or jump off of anything. Please keep your clothes on. I know you can sit still and listen, honest. Try and do it there too.
Make lots of new friends and learn lots of new things. Sing songs and make art projects that have to hang on the refrigerator for a minimum of six months.
You get to decide what you want the grown ups in charge to call you, and if you want to use your real name instead of your nickname, that's just fine with me.
Be the brave and strong boy I already know you are. We love you.
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