Today my baby godson starts kindergarten! I can still remember holding him for the first time 5 years ago! I heard this poem many years ago and altered it for a little boy. Author unknown
Have a great first stay of school Brayden! I Love you
I Trust You'll Treat HIm Well
World, I bequeath to you today one little boy in a crispy slacks.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that glimmers in the sunlight when he runs. I Trust You'll Treat Him Well.
He's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to his first day at school.
And never again will he be completely mine...
True and proud, he'll wave a young and independent hand this morning, and say goodbye and walk with little boy gallops to the nearby schoolhouse...
Gone will be the chattering little hoyden who lived only for play, and gone will be the delightful little gamin who roamed the yard like a proud prince with nary a care in his little world.
Now, he will learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for his name to be called...
He will learn to tune his little ears for the sound of school bells, and for deadlines...
He will learn to giggle and gossip... and to look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little girl across the aisle sticks out her tongue.
Now he will learn to be jealous...and now he will learn how it is to feel hurt inside...and now he will learn how not to cry. No longer will he have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch while an ant scurries across a crack in the sidewalk...
Or will he have time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss lilac blossoms in the morning dew. Now he will worry about important things...like grades...and what to wear...and whose best friend is whose. Now he will worry about staying after school...and which little girls likes which little boys...And the magic of books and knowledge will soon take the place of the magic of his blocks and cars.World, I bequeath to you today one little boy in a crispy slacks.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that glimmers in the sunlight when he runs. I Trust You'll Treat Him Well.
He's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to his first day at school.
And never again will he be completely mine...
True and proud, he'll wave a young and independent hand this morning, and say goodbye and walk with little boy gallops to the nearby schoolhouse...
Gone will be the chattering little hoyden who lived only for play, and gone will be the delightful little gamin who roamed the yard like a proud prince with nary a care in his little world.
Now, he will learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for his name to be called...
He will learn to tune his little ears for the sound of school bells, and for deadlines...
He will learn to giggle and gossip... and to look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little girl across the aisle sticks out her tongue.
Now he will learn to be jealous...and now he will learn how it is to feel hurt inside...and now he will learn how not to cry. No longer will he have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch while an ant scurries across a crack in the sidewalk...
And he'll find his new heroes. For five full years I've been his sage and Santa Claus...his pal and playmate...his parent and friend. Now, alas, he'll learn to share his worship and adoration with his teachers (which is only right).
No longer will his parents be the smartest, and greatest in the world. Today, when the first school bell rings, he'll learn how it is to be a member of the group...with all its privileges, and, of course, its disadvantages, too.
He'll learn in time that proper young men don't laugh out loud...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or watch ants scurry across the cracks in a summer sidewalk...
Today, he'll begin to learn for the first time that all who smile at him are not his friends. That "the group" can be a demanding mistress... and I'll stand on the porch and watch him start out on the long, long journey to becoming a man.
So WORLD, I BEQUEATH TO YOU TODAY ONE LITTLE BOY in crispy slacks, with two blue eyes, a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that glimmers in the sunlight when he runs.
I TRUST YOU'LL TREAT HIM WELL.
God, be with Brayden and help him always to remember where he comes from and who he is. That he is loved beyond measure and can face anything that comes his way.
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