To make a long story short, my five year old is starting kindergarten.
To make a short story shorter, he starts this coming week.
You see, there is no one in this world who loves him more than his daddy and me.
When I got pregnant, I thought I understood what it would mean to be a parent. I thought I was prepared for how it would make me feel.
I had no idea.
I had no idea how much love I was really capable of or how full my heart could really be. I had no idea how being a mother could change my life in such wonderful, profound ways and helped complete a part of me I never knew was missing.
I love you and your brother so much that it really cannot be put into words.
Five years has gone by in the blink of an eye.
Five years of you, me and your little brother each day.
We have had so many experiences, so much laughter and so much joy.
And now you are headed off to kindergarten.
You are going where I cannot go.
You are going to be on your own, making your own decisions and being influenced by others.
To say this is a little scary for mommy would be putting it mildly.
Will mommy be attending the Boo Hoo Breakfast after dropping you off on your first day? You know it. Will mommy put on a brave face for you? Absolutely. Will I need lots of tissues and Starbucks to get me through the day? Undoubtedly.
My kindhearted, compassionate, creative, intelligent little boy.
I believe you are ready.
As for me, I am not sure. But I guess I'll have to be.
My life is changing.
I wish I could slow things down and keep you with me for a little while longer. I wish I could freeze time and keep the four of us in our own little world for just a little while.
But I also know it is time to spread your wings a little. Give you room to begin your own journey on the road to becoming the person that you are meant to be.
I'll be here whenever you need me. I'll be waiting with open arms, lots of kisses and some peanut butter jelly sandwiches.