Thursday

On Your First Day of 5th Grade...

Dear Baby Boy Son,

Today you leave for your first day of school without me seeing you off. Only what you don't know is I am always with you even though I don't get to physically see you step onto that school bus. I am really glad Grandma is there to watch you and take a picture for me. Your first day of your last year in Elementary School. The last year I get a chance to be homeroom mom. Oh how I secretly pray no one else volunteers- even though it means one more thing I add to my plate of things to volunteer for. My little boy is growing up.

Don't you know how very proud I am of you and all you have accomplished in these short and very fast moving 10 years. The distance between you and me is already beginning. I detest body odor, bad breath and hormones. You couldn't even take your eyes off of that leggy cheerleader in your class at meet the teacher the other day. BTW, I NEVER thought I would see ANY girl taller than you. You got some growing to do if you want to snag that one son, but then again no other boy your age has a chance either. At this point you are the only one who can look her into the eyes. I wonder, is it too late to consider homeschooling?

I wrote a story about your first day of kindergarten. It's in the scrapbook. That was before I began documenting and sharing everything you do through the social networking that you, I love so much. Just wait son. I am only doing it to stay ahead of your future game. Anyway, I took that story out and re-read it. I laughed, I cried. Where did that time go? Such innocence.

I see too how much I have grown with you in these past five years. I look forward to growing with you more in the upcoming seven years that I still have you under my roof. During this time you will make your decisions on where and what to do with your life. Your life as a young man, adult, future husband, and future father. No I am not sad to see grow up or sad because you are no longer my baby boy-which I really will try to refrain from calling your this year from the football stands. I really am excited that you are growing up. I just want us to make the most out of every passing moment we have together and live every moment like the next one might not exist.

I love you my son, with all my heart, to infinity and beyond,
xoxo
Moma

Wishing all the Housewives/Mom's out there a wonderful 2011-2012 school year and if you are a little bittersweet about your child growing up a little fast, I hope you can relate to the letter above. Sometimes it just helps to write it down.

♥Mrs. Hart♥
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