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A Letter to My Son on the Last Day of Preschool

Dear Son,

I am writing this while I look at the flower you made me for Mother’s Day two years ago. Two years. The time has flown in the blink of an eye. It’s so true what they say- the days are long, but the years are short.

The OG Mother’s Day Flower, Circa 2017

You are my love, my life, my sweet little one. I look at you and I see all the wonder that is in the world and everything beautiful and kind.

Today, your journey as a preschooler ends. We have the summer and then off to kinder you go. It’s what is supposed to happen, I know this. But while it’s a beginning, it’s also an end for your old mom. You’re a full-time kid now.

I remember when you started preschool. You were so sweet and shy, curling up in the corner of the classroom with a book, quiet and not quite ready to explore. You have grown so much- that shy little guy has been replaced by a smart, chatty, kind boy.

Gone are the days I pop out of my office to see your sweet face over lunch or you sneak in to craft something out of my office supplies. It’s time for you to spread your wings a little. It’s time for me to cry a little.

We’re growing and changing. But no matter if you’re half my size or towering over me, you will always be my little boy. My firstborn- love of my life.

Be great, sweet son.

Always,

Mom