You also danced. A lot!
Taking turns, you and Brennyn hide behind the curtain while the other chants into the microphone “Welcome to the show, where everybody dances, it starts with the ballerina girl!” (or dinosaur girl, butterfly girl, fairy girl…) and then the curtain girl comes flailing out regaling us (or nobody) with a twirling, jumping, spinning number worthy of a stage.
To you I sing,
‘Welcome to the show!
Where everybody dances!
It starts with the:
Rainbow-Climber-Dreamer-Mary Poppins Girl!’
Because that pretty much summarizes your year.
“What’s your favourite colour?” your new teacher asks and you respond quietly, but surely, “Rainbow.”
Rainbows feature in many of your stories, or as you call them dreams. You have a rich imagination and often when you are sitting staring off into space, you are actually immersed in a world of your own creation. You are not so much a story teller as you are a story creator so I am not privy to all your stories, but I get bits and pieces from you here and there. Occasionally, you gift me with a story from start to finish. Mary Poppins taking your hand to the moon and beyond. A rainbow tornado swooping up leaves and cougars and bear poop and houses and our family that takes us up to space and then back down to Africa. A boy who ate the moon and the stars and needed to burp so we could get them back.
You, my love, are a gorgeous dreamer, a creative spirit. A quiet soul who is learning that shy should not equate rude and being introverted does not mean hiding away. You are learning that shouting need not be the only way to be heard. You can giggle. Or sign. Or flip. Or climb.
Ah yes, this year you became a climber.
Climbing trees and granite, rock walls and cliffs. My mamma fears squelched by your confidant grin.
So tentative to begin your first climbing endeavour, but once you realized how high you could go, how fast, how skilled, you only wanted to go more, higher, crazier. But that’s you, kick back and watch, observe, plot out your course, then go for it (ideally if there is no one there to watch you learn.) Ah yes, you do not like to be wrong and want to know how to do everything perfectly the first time which, of course, is only something fictitious characters such as Mary Poppins can do. No, you are not practically perfect in every way, though
Anything can happen if you let it
Life is out there waiting so go and get it
Grab it by the collar, seize it by the scruff
Once you’ve started living life you just can’t get enough
Anything can happen, it’s official
You can choose the super or the superficial
Sally forth the way we’re steering
Obstacles start disappearing
Go and chase your dreams you won’t regret it
Anything can happen
(Anything can happen)
Anything can happen
If you let it
Love you to the moon and beyond,