This only happens once. In your lifetime.
Tonight both of you are going to bed after a warm bath, maybe some cookies and a story, and it will seem like just about any other evening. But this one is different; this night is your last one in a world of relative freedom and fun.
As soon as you step across the threshold into kindergarten, your life will change forever. And as the guy lucky enough to be your Daddy, I know I’m supposed to offer a few words of encouragement, maybe look up what Martha Stewart says to tell your kids on this occasion, and go with that.
But I can’t.
All I’m going to say is “Be good, play nice, and don’t worry.”
You see, I know the dark truth about school. You’re going to learn way more than you bargained for.
You’ll learn about homework, deadlines, goals, and stress. You’ll learn about guilt, shame, and bullying in a way that’s not abstract. You’ll be called names, and you’ll never know why you’re being picked on. You’ll be blamed, even though there’s not a thing you can do about it.
I wish I could tell you what to do, but frankly I don’t know. Everything I did was wrong. If you talk to people, you’ll be wrong. If you keep to yourself, you’ll be wrong. If you can’t keep up, you’ll be wrong. If you’re way ahead, you’ll be wrong.
And you’ll have many more years ahead to figure all this out. I’ll tell you I can help, but I can’t. I’ll tell you there’s nothing to worry about, but it won’t work. I hope you’re among the lucky ones who figure it out quickly and don’t find themselves wearing a target. I hope your school days are nothing like mine.
So be good, play nice, and don’t worry. That’s really all I got.