|Jack's daughter Lindsey|
Author: Victor Buono
World, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress... with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well.
She's off to her first day at school, and never again will she be completely mine.
Prim and proud, she'll wave a young and independent hand this morning, and say goodbye and walk with little-lady steps to the nearby schoolhouse.
Now, she will learn to stand in lines and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called.
She will learn to tune her little-girl ears for the sound of school bells, and for deadlines.
She will learn to giggle, and to look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue.
She will learn how it is to feel hurt inside...and she will learn how not to cry. No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch while an ant scurries across a crack in the sidewalk.
Now she will worry about important things like grades and what dresses to wear. Now she will worry about the little boy who pulls her hair at recess time, and staying after school, and which little girls like which little boys, and the wonder of books and knowledge will soon take the place of her games and dolls. And she'll find her new heroes.
For five full years I've been her pal and playmate, her parent and friend. Now, she'll learn to share her adoration with her teachers (which is only right).
No longer will her parents be the smartest and greatest in the world. Today, when the first school bell rings, she'll learn how it is to be a member of the group with all its privileges, and, of course, its disadvantages, too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies don't laugh out loud or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms or watch ants scurry across the cracks in a summer sidewalk.
Today, she'll begin to learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. That "the group" can be demanding, and I'll stand on the porch and watch her start out on the long, long journey to becoming a woman.
So WORLD, I BEQUEATH TO YOU TODAY ONE LITTLE GIRL in a crispy dress, with two blue eyes, a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I TRUST YOU'LL TREAT HER WELL.