We have had one hell of a year, kid.
You started kindergarten when you should have started 1st grade. Then, just a week in, you came down really sick. I have to say, the day they admitted you into the hospital was the most terrifying day of my life. Asking you later, you said you were scared, too. Of course you were, you had every right to be. All of those nurses and IV’s, but you were incredibly brave.
The diagnosis of diabetes threw a wrench into our routine, but you’ve taken it in stride. I am so proud of you for how well you’ve handled it, I can’t even say. If I need to give you an extra dose of insulin, you never complain. You don’t even wince when we poke your finger to test your blood sugar anymore. The hardest part, it seems, is getting you to eat a snack when you don’t want one.
Because of this, and the long line of colds that kept going around, you were kept in kindergarten longer than we intended. But this week that changed. You are now, officially, a 1st grader.
Once again, I am so incredibly proud of you. You’ve made some great friends in kindergarten that I know you were nervous to leave, though there is no need for anyone to get left behind. There’s still lunch and recess, and you’ve already shown that you can make friends anywhere. Big, small, pink or green. You have a knack for looking past the cover until you read the book. More people need to live like that.
You are sweet and respectful and loud and gross and funny and smart. You’re fascinated by the strangest things and you give the best hugs. When you’re at school, I can’t wait until you’re home.
Happy 7th Birthday, my love.