Where has the time gone? It seems like just yesterday you were a tiny (literally) baby in my arms. And here you are- still tiny- but not a baby! And about to start kindergarten!! Crazy!
I know this move has been hard on you. It breaks my heart to see you struggle. You have always been sweet and quiet- and the move has made normal things even harder for you. It makes me sad when I see a cute little girl run up to you at the park and say: "Hi! My name's Whitney." And instead of saying "hi," you immediately turn your back to her and run to me as fast as you can and hug my legs. Then you refuse to leave my side the rest of the time we are at the park-- just in case that little girl comes up to you again. Which she probably won't :(
It also makes me sad to see you struggle with pre-kindergarten things. Twice now you have chosen to not take the pre-kinder evaluation. It's not supposed to be scary. And honestly, you could answer all those questions with your eyes closed and arms behind your back. You are so smart! You did so well in preschool, and I have confidence that if you would give kindergarten a chance, you will love that as well.
But I fear for the next few months. I am trying SO HARD to help you. I have been having more play dates than ever. I'm inviting girls over that are your age so when you go to church or school you will see familiar faces. I am trying to patiently encourage you to participate in things that I know as for your own good. (And sorry for when my patience has run out. I know you have dealt with some consequences lately because you refused to do what I expected of you). I wish there was a way to put you in smaller school, but I'm afraid it's just too late for something like that. I'm reading books to help you with your self esteem and confidence. But what else can I do?
I feel like I tried to everything right when you were a baby. Encouraged your autonomy. Read you countless books all day long. Nursed you forever. Loved you and doted on you as any mother would. Yet maybe deep down this is kinda my fault. I should have helped you have more play mates around when you were really little. I was such a freak about germs that I shied away from stuff. I was so worried about you picking up some bad habit from other kids that I sheltered you from people who weren't just like us. I am nervous about schedules and safety, and it has made you nervous-- and to the extreme. Sorry for the damage. ;)