My dearest son,
It’s your first day of preschool.
Almost four years ago, I didn’t want to think about this day. I wish I could get out of the emotions I’m feeling, but it’s something nobody prepares you for.
I wasn’t ready, but watching you be ready made me ready.
In the way you sing your ABCs and 123s, confidently counting to 20.
The way you started sharing your toys with your little sissy and teaching her colors.
The way you improved so much each soccer practice and game. And the way you have asked to play again.
The way you took off potty training. And saying, “Mama, I need to go potty.”
The way you ask to help Mommy wash strawberries, sweep the floor, and put laundry in to wash.
The way you ask to help Daddy fix things around the house.
The way you took off riding that balance bike of yours.
The way you roar with your dinosaurs.
The way you save the day with the Paw Patrol, singing the theme song over and over again.
The way you race around the kitchen with Lightning McQueen.
The way you sat and colored on the screen with the other boy at the doctor’s office, asking him his favorite colors.
The way you became my little backseat driver, asking what all the traffic signs and lights meant. And then saying hi to them every time we pass them.
The way you ask to buckle yourself in your car seat and ask to play your favorite songs when we get in the car.
The way you met another little boy on our donut day, and he was your same age, going to the same school, watching your face light up in a new way.
The way you told the sweet lady at the store you were going to preschool, and were so excited about it.
You’ve been ready. I wasn’t ready, but watching you be ready made me ready. So now, I’m ready.
It’s your first day of preschool. You can do anything or be anything that you dream to be.
It’s your first day of preschool. I hope you always know how much this time with you at home has meant to me.
It’s your first day of preschool… and I pray you always know I’ll love you unconditionally.