You’re headed to Kindergarten tomorrow. At 8am I’ll drop off half of my heart with people I’ve only just met. They’re qualified, they’re loving, but they aren’t your mama or your daddy.
They won’t know what you need by the look on your face, and you won’t be able to tell them with words.
They will slowly learn about you and I know they will instantly love you, because you’re so very easy to love.
I’ll eagerly wait for 2:50pm to pick you up and search for clues on your body to indicate how your day went.
I’ll check your hands to know if you colored. I’ll check your lunchbox to see what you ate. I’ll take your shoes off and find out if you played in the sandbox.
You won’t be able to tell me any of these things so I will look for the answers, as I always do. I’ve learned how to piece together your day in ways other than words.
I hope you love your new lunchbox. I’d give anything for you to have helped me pick it out. But it’s green and blue and I’m pretty sure those two colors are your favorite.
You’ll shine, because that’s who you are. And maybe one day you’ll tell me about this first day of Kindergarten. Maybe you’re nervous, maybe you’re excited… and I can promise you I am both!
We love you… and if you need me, I’ll likely be in the parking lot 😉
channing's joy 
I just came across your blog and it resonated with me so much as we gear up to send our autistic daughter to pre-school – especially this paragraph.
“You won’t be able to tell me any of these things so I will look for the answers, as I always do. I’ve learned how to piece together your day in ways other than words”
Thank you for your advocacy 💜
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