As my daughter prepares for her first day of kindergarten next week I came across this poem and had to share.
Once upon a time there was a little
boy named Jack who was about to climb his very first beanstalk. He had
a fresh haircut and a brand-new book bag.
Even though
his friends in the neighborhood had climbed this same beanstalk almost
every day last year, this was Jack's first day and he was a little
nervous. So was his mother.
Early in the
morning she brought him to the foot of the beanstalk. She talked
encouragingly to Jack about all the fun he would have that day and how
nice his giant would be. She reassured him that she would be back to
pick him up at the end of the day. For a moment they stood together,
silently holding hands, gazing up at the beanstalk. To Jack it seemed
much bigger than it had when his mother had pointed it out on the way
to the store last week. His mother thought it looked big, too. She
swallowed. Maybe she should have held Jack out a year...
Jack's mother
straightened his shirt one last time, patted his shoulder and smiled
down at him. She promised to stay and wave while he started climbing.
Jack didn't say a word.
He walked
forward, grabbed a low-growing stem and slowly pulled himself up to
the first leaf. He balanced there for a moment and then climbed more
eagerly to the second leaf, then to the third and soon he had vanished
into a high tangle of leaves and stems with never a backward glance
at his mother.
She stood
alone at the bottom of the beanstalk, gazing up at the spot where Jack
had disappeared. There was no rustle, no movement, no sound to
indicate that he was anywhere inside.
"Sometimes," she thought, "it's harder to be the one who waves good-bye than it is to be the one who climbs the beanstalk."
She wondered
how Jack would do. Would he miss her? How would he behave? Did his
giant understand that little boys sometimes acted silly when they felt
unsure? She fought down an urge to spring up the stalk after Jack and
maybe duck behind a bean to take a peek at how he was doing.
"I'd better
not. What if he saw me?" She knew Jack was really old enough to handle
this on his own. She reminded herself that, after all this was
thought to be an excellent beanstalk and that everyone said his giant
was not only kind but had outstanding qualifications.
"It's not so
much that I'm worried about him," she thought, rubbing the back of her
neck. "It's just that he's growing up and I'm going to miss him."
Jack's mother turned to leave. "Jack's going to have lots of bigger beanstalks to climb in his life," she told herself.
"Today's the day he starts practicing for them...
And today's the day I start practicing something too: Cheering him on and waving good-bye."
(Author Unknown)