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Metamorphosis of a Kindergartener
Unpacking the journey of self-discovery in a love letter.
Kendra,
Saying “dear” always felt too formal, my dear.
See… yuck.
It’s our birthday tomorrow! August 17th. Remember when we were born? Me neither.
My gut twists writing this letter to sweet 5-year-old you. But I know you’ll understand what I mean when I say we make it.
We’re so much older now, and we’ve been through so much. Can you believe it? Year 36 is here. We were born on a Wednesday at 11:01 am.
Kendra! We made it.
I know you’re going to ask what we made it through, and I fear telling you will greatly change our trajectory. Just know, you will suffer a great loss, the greatest. Then it will happen again.
And, well. We get very sad sometimes.
Stay empathetic, sweet girl. Stay passionate! Bring the fire! We need it!
We needed it.
I remember you told your teacher you wanted to be a butterfly when you grew up. I know the kids laughed. But remember the ones that didn’t. They are your people.
I want to give you something we will lose in just a few years. Something to hold on to called hope.