Our Keepsake Journal is Here! 🎉

You let go of my hand and walked slowly through the door.

You turned your chestnut head to look at me one more time, and then you blew me a kiss. My heart stopped. And then you disappeared into a crowd of 3-year olds and never looked back.

You still don’t.

You survived that first day of school and all the rest that came after. It was I who had a harder time knowing you would never be the same.

You thrive in this world filled with friends and books and activities. You soak in every morsel of learning and jump in at every opportunity to join in something new.

You are exactly where you are supposed to be in this moment.

It hasn’t always been easy. There have been many bumps along the way.

We have endured broken hearts because of a friend’s betrayal or the ramifications of a bad grade. You’ve learned that some people are not always kind, and sometimes that person may be an adult you trust. You’ve set goals and overachieved, and sometimes the outcome of a lot of hard work was not as you hoped.

But each and every day you wake with a smile, and with a quick hug, you let go of my hand and venture out into this world.

And as we’ve approached your 8th grade graduation, I watch as your spirit grows in lockstep with your shoe size. I am awestruck by your knowledge and how steadfast you are in your beliefs. I marvel at your compassion and kind heart.

I’ve seen glimpses of the woman you are becoming, and she is strong and beautiful and good.

I look at you with wonder as these years pass quickly by. Who showed you how to use your wings and taught you to fly so high?

Watching you growing up isn’t as I thought it would be. It doesn’t happen gradually, bit by bit. Instead, it occurs like rapid-fire in bursts. Oftentimes you walk out the door in the morning, and come home seemingly a different individual than the one I kissed goodbye earlier that day.

And as another chapter closes in your life, you make it hard for me to feel sad, because all I see is the tremendous potential resting at your feet. I know you will continue to reach for the stars.

As you move on to high school, I hope you will continue to challenge yourself and never be afraid of failure. Swing for the fences every time you come up to the plate, and know that when you falter, your family will be here, cheering you on no matter what.

Keep trying to find things that fuel your soul, not what others think is cool. You’ve done a great job at marching to the beat of your own drummer up to this point, and it’s one of your best qualities. Don’t sacrifice who you are, who you were meant to be, to obtain the attention of people who don’t appreciate your authentic self. 

Use the right measurements. Life is not measured in the amount of likes you get on Instagram, numbers on a scale, or even your GPA. And there isn’t a “thing” you can buy with the money you make that can fill a void in your soul. Always remember that life is about the impact you have on others, so work on building your brain and growing your heart, and the rest will fall into place.

Be gentle with hearts—a boy’s, your sisters’, your friends’, your parents’, and most especially, your own. Love of any kind is a beautiful and delicate experience, and remember to treat others as you would like to be treated, no matter the circumstance.

Know that the best is yet to come. High school and college (and sometimes years after that) is a time to experiment and discover who you want to be and where you want to fit in this world. Believe that you have the best that life has to offer sitting in front of you.

And please, please get some sleep. You are a joy, except for when you are exhausted. The next four years are going to be jam-packed, so make sure you carve out some time for some shut-eye, and I promise you we will all enjoy them a lot more.

Thanks for letting go of my hand, sweet child, and being patient as I stay to watch you walk slowly through those doors. 

I can’t wait to see what’s next for you. I couldn’t love you more.

You may also like:

A Letter to My Kindergarten Graduate

10 Graduation Gifts that will get you a real thank you

So God Made a Mother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A MOTHER available now!

Order Now

Check out our new Keepsake Companion Journal that pairs with our So God Made a Mother book!

Order Now
So God Made a Mother's Story Keepsake Journal

Whitney Fleming

Whitney is a mom of three teen daughters, a freelance writer, and co-partner of the site parentingteensandtweens.com You can find her on Facebook at WhitneyFlemingWrites.

Right Now I’m a Mom Who’s Not Ready to Let Go

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood
Mother and daughter hugging, color photo

We’re doing it. We’re applying, touring, and submitting pre-school applications. It feels a lot like my college application days, and there’s this image in my mind of how fast that day will come with my sweet girl once she enters the school doors. It’s a bizarre place to be because if I’m honest, I know it’s time to let her go, but my heart is screaming, “I’m not ready yet!” She’s four now though. Four years have flown by, and I don’t know how it happened. She can put her own clothes on and take herself to the bathroom. She...

Keep Reading

Your Youngest Child Will Always Be Your Baby

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood

The baby of our family is no longer a baby.  She turned five this year. She talks a mile a minute, rides her scooter on one leg with no hands, and is learning to read. She’s sweet and creative and has the best sense of humor that makes me belly laugh daily. She has long, strong legs, and her round toddler cheeks have morphed into something more mature. All remnants of babyhood and toddlerhood have long since gone from her. She is all little girl—a kid with the world at her fingertips, ready to explore everything life has to offer. I watch in wonder...

Keep Reading

I’m a Helicopter Mom Learning to Become the Place They Can Land

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood
Mother and child

My daughter places a paper in front of me on the kitchen counter, looking up at me expectedly. My eyebrows lift in question before reaching down to pick up the wrinkled sheet. Next to an empty line awaiting my check mark reads: My child has my permission to attend the field trip. The child is my kindergartener. The field trip is on a school bus. The school bus will travel into the city. Over an hour away. Without me. Two steps to my left sits a pink and yellow backpack. Next to it, a sequined lunchbox. The lunchbox is making...

Keep Reading

Six Feels So Much Bigger

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood
Little girl with horse, color photo

Six . . . Six is only one number more than five,  one grade, one year . . . but it feels so different. Five is baby teeth and new beginnings. Five is venturing out into the world, maybe making a friend. Meeting a teacher. Learning to ride a bike. Six took my breath away. Six looks like a loose front tooth—tiny and wiggly, soon to be replaced by a big tooth, one that will stay forever. Six looks like a bright purple bike zooming down the driveway. RELATED: When There Are No More Little Girls’ Clothes Six looks like playing...

Keep Reading

You Were Meant to Be Our Oldest

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood
Brother holding little sister on back

Dear oldest child, Thanks for taking one for the team. You’ve probably thought by now that Dad and I really have no idea what we are doing. You’re not wrong. Please don’t misunderstand, we have goals and ambitions as parents. We’re trying to raise you to be a healthy, positive, and contributing part of society. But you are—and have always been—our guinea pig. You are the test subject to this whole parenting thing. Each new phase you encounter brings another new phase of learning and growth. Unfortunately, with that comes growing pains, and you often take the brunt of those....

Keep Reading

The Bittersweet Reality of Your Baby Turning 5 Years Old

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood
Little girl lying on living room floor, color photo

Those first five. Those precious first five years have flown by. I blinked and here we are. I look back and think about all the times I wanted these days to go by faster. The times I couldn’t wait to get to bedtime. The days I wasted being irritable and angry because sometimes being a mom is just too hard. But now? Now, I wish I could have slowed it all down. Savored it a little longer. A little harder. That beautiful wild child who fought like hell from the moment she was born has been burning that fire ever...

Keep Reading

The Petrified-Squished-Spider Stage of Motherhood

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood, Tween
Bug squashed on windshield, color photo

There is a squished spider corpse dangling from the inside of my car windshield. I don’t know how long it has been there. Not because I don’t know when the time of death took place, but because I’ve lost track of the number of days it’s been a fellow passenger of ours. The burial service is past due. And a cleaning of my vehicle is so long overdue, if it were a library book I’d be banned from the library by now. When my husband removed his hat one evening while driving and used it as a spider swatter, he...

Keep Reading

Listen to Their Endless Chatter Now So They’ll Talk to You as Tweens and Teens

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood, Tween
Mother and young daughter talking on the couch

I’m a talker. I’m a spill-the-beans, over-sharing, rambling on about my latest fascination chatterbox. I love words, and so do my kids. I’ve spent over a decade listening to my kids share—often, as they all talk at once. They go on and on about their day, rambling about how their sibling has been driving them nuts, their shenanigans with their friends, and never-ending factoids about video games. So many words, so many significant and yet simple thoughts brought to life in our bustling conversations.  Sometimes I love all the chatter, and sometimes the sheer volume of it drives me to...

Keep Reading

Dear Kindergarten Graduate, My Hand Will Always Be Yours to Hold

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood

Tomorrow you’ll graduate kindergarten. You chose the perfect shirt for the occasion. It’s a blue and white button-up. “Get one with big checkers, Mom, not little ones,” was your request. I know it’ll make your eyes pop from under your too-big red graduation hat. It’s going to be adorable. You’re going to be adorable.  You’ve been counting down the days. You’re ready and, truthfully, I am too—even though I’m so often in denial about how quickly this time with you is passing. Didn’t you just start crawling? How is it possible you’ll already be in first grade next year? RELATED:...

Keep Reading

You Were Made to Be My Oldest

In: Child
Mom and three kids

You are my firstborn. My big. The one who made me a mama. The one who started this whole crazy, beautiful roller coaster ride the day I found out you were on your way. I remember tip-toeing to the bathroom before the sun rose and taking a pregnancy test. The flutter of excitement in my heart turned into a flutter in my growing tummy within just a few short months. And now here you are, seven years old and more incredible than I imagined in all my wildest dreams. You amaze me every single day with your humor, kindness, and...

Keep Reading