Monday, August 24, 2009

it's coming....

To my little guy,

I just arrived back at work after dropping you off at your first day of preschool.

I can't believe that you are now in a class of your own and aren't sitting on the sidelines with me at your sister's preschool parties. Now she is in 1st grade and you are the big boy starting preschool. It only seems like yesterday.......

Mrs. C has made your transition easier, as she is a familiar face to you. When your sister was in preschool Mrs. C used to let you participate in some of the fun and games. Mentally, you have been ready for preschool for some time. You love interacting with kids and the challenge that comes from learning new things.

However, it seems that the problem is that you have apparently now learned all there is to know. At least, that is what you told Tara, your daycare provider this morning. I think your exact words were that you "didn't need to go to preschool because I already know everything".

Is this what they call foreshadowing.....?

You are, emotionally, clinging to me and your youth, just as I am. As much as you love being "my baby" you are growing every single day and becoming more and more, simply, "my boy".

That being said, you will always be "my baby". I don't ever want to trade in the cuddling you crave, the kisses you freely give or the unprompted "I love you's".

As a boy you are a very complex creature. One minute you crave your independence, refusing help with a task, stating "I'll do it!" and the next minute you act as if every job is too hard, desperately needing my help. And I will help. That is what I am here for. That is what I love to do.

Rest assured that I have never loved anything more than being your mommy. It makes my heart ache, my eyes become misty and throat constrict when I think about the love I feel for you and the happiness you have brought me.....just by being you.

I know that next year you will be in Kindergarten and that in that short space of time you will grow in ways my mind can not imagine. You will learn things that you didn't even know you didn't know and you will teach me things that I thought I had already been taught.

I love both you and your sister fiercely. You are both very different and each perspective is new. Because of this I simply can't wait to see preschool through your eyes!

I love you and I cherish you. I will forever hold on tight to the little boy who holds on tight to me.

I love you,

Your momma

PS-Not possible.....

(The P.S. is a reminder for/to him of something I don't want him to ever forget, even when we are both old and gray. When I say, "I love you", he ALWAYS says, "I love you more". Of course, my response, which he has grown to expect, is: "Not possible".)


Mama Goose said...

Oh Kim, this is so sweet. Where does the time go...? You must be so proud of both your beauties.

Anonymous said...

I don't like that he is growing up.

~Sharn Jean a.k.a Upset Aunt Sissy