I just dropped you off for your first day of Kindergarten. That was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. I sit here now with your sister napping and can't stop the tears. I'm not even trying anymore. You hopped out of the car, ran over to your future classmates and didn't even look back. You aren't scared at all, only excited. So brave.
I on the other hand, am terrified. What if you don't make friends? What if you feel left out? What if you miss your mamma? What if you need help carrying your lunch tray? Or if you spill your milk, will you be upset? If you fall on the playground, nobody is there to sing the "Jasper has an owie" song I made up 4 years ago.
For the past five years, we have spent pretty much all day every day together. Just us. You're my little buddy. The boy that changed my world. You Are my world. My heart hurts thinking about not spending all day with you. I have a very hard time wrapping my head around that.
I selfishly want to keep you home. Just one more year? But I know you need this. You, my boy are excited to learn. And make friends. And be independent. So I let you go. And letting go, is hard, so incredibly painful.
I can't wait for you to get home and tell me about your day. Counting the minutes.
Love Mamma (which, just because you start Kindergarten you are not allowed to stop calling me!)