Today, dropping you off for your first day of Second Grade, I teared up. I should be used to it by now as you've already soared through two years of pre-school, Kindergarten and First Grade --but I'm not. In fact, I think it's gotten harder. You stood in line behind that bright orange cone looking confident and ready. Your button up shirt and cargo shorts made you look so grown up, you truly are a handsome young man.
I think that's why its becoming harder to let you go. I know the potential you have. You are bound to greatness. You are smart, caring and curious. Soon, and I'm fearful too soon, you won't be my little boy anymore. You won't want me to take your picture or walk you to the line on your first day. You'll have girls flirting with you and you'll be looking at colleges --ready to leave us, ready, just as you were today.
I pray that you love every second of your first day. I will continue praying that you have a wonderful year and that every day you stay safe and happy. I will keep praying because that's all I can do. I can't freeze time (as much as I wish I could). You are already the most incredible little boy I've ever met and I know that as the years pass you will just continue growing into an incredible young man.
I love you so much Booger (and yes, I'm going to call you that as long as I can).
-C
I think this is an amazing idea. I am going to steal it, and write my little one a letter every year on her first day of school.
ReplyDeleteBe warned --it's harder then it looks! I probably should have waited until tomorrow so it wasn't still so raw 😢 It goes way too fast!
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