I toured your future Kindergarten class today.
I admit I teared up.
I always worry, of course, about finding a place that is a great fit for you. Somewhere that will harness that energy and curiosity and not stiffle you. Somewhere that will be firm but loving. Life home.
I watched all of the kids writing, and learning and being so grown up, and could picture you sitting in a seat doing the same. I met your teacher and I’m happy to say, she seems to know how to handle big boys with your personality. I’m so excited to see you grow and flourish and learn in the fall. I can’t wait to see all that you are capable of.
But on the other hand, Kindergarten means you are growing up on me. Your Daddy loves to remind me, and YOU like to remind me: I’m a big boy Mama!
Yes you are! But since you might be my last baby, it’s bittersweet to see you grow up and move out of this stage and on to the next adventure.
But hopefully, you won’t remember that you are supposed to be a big boy and still give me sweet kisses, random hugs and tell me you love me out of the blue and want to be my Valentine’s Day Date.
I don’t think I like this growing up thing.
I’ve joined another great group of photographers for this Letters to Our Sons Blog circle. Follow the circle to read beautiful letters and see beautiful photos. Next up is Tricia Bradley Wright from The Wright Touch Photography