I remember the day that you were born I held you while the nurse bathed you in warm water I held you when they stamped your tiny footprints on your birth certificate I handed you to Mom for the first time
I remember when you learned to crawl, Because you didn’t. You sat up, dug your heels in, flexed your knees, And scooted across the floor.
I remember the morning when you threw a fit because you didn’t like what I had picked Out for you to wear – you were two.
I remember the many miles that you and your brother Drove in circles around our backyard in his electric John Deere
I remember the magical fairy who left you notes and stories at night. Her name was Donnabella.
I remember the astonished look on the reading specialist’s face When you dropped ‘oviparous’ on her after she asked you to, “Name a word that starts with ‘O’. No kindergarten was necessary for you.
I remember thinking, “I can’t believe they’re both in school.”
I remember when you were in Prep Choir Singing, dancing Loving it, Having no idea where it would lead
I remember your years in Girls’ Choir The Winter and Spring performances The hard work in between And the frustration you felt at the favoritism and at people who didn’t put in their all
I remember how proud you were to become a percussionist To learn to play the bass and the snare and the tympani and the marimba and everything else that you could hit or shake
I remember when you began to dip your toes into theater Ensemble parts first And Crew Then cast With clever bios in the program Then larger roles And more clever bios Then leading roles And a growing desire to make theater your life’s work
And here you are, today Pursuing just that.
I remember how every teacher who has ever known you has loved you and still asks about you How none of them are at all surprised That you are where you are Doing what you are doing
Now it’s your turn to remember How much we love you How much we are behind you And how very proud we are of you.