My baby boy,Four years ago today you were a mere 7 ½ week old in my arms. We were like one. I was madly in love with you, my long awaited baby and you were pure sweetness on my lips and the smell of your bald head made me so happy.
You are a mama’s boy, and I mean in it every wonderful way possible. You love to hug me and cuddle with me and tell me you love me and tell me every thought in your brain.
Four years ago today, you were a mere 10 lb baby in my arms and today you walked into your first day of school.
You were the absolute cutest little guy I’ve ever seen. You were so excited and eager and happy. You were brave. You fit in and made friends easily (that’s what your teacher wrote on your note home) and I believe her. Daddy and I watched you play and walk from kid to kid and say “Hi” and smile with your genuine smile that exudes the joy and sunshine like only you can. You ran fast and played hard.
While you played, we were inside for K4 orientation. It was there that I learned that what I thought was a 4 day week of ½ days, was really a 5 day week. When the teacher told me I was mistaking and that you DID have school on Fridays, it took every single ounce of my strength to fight back the tears and the sickness that overtook me. I thought I still had a day of just you and Mama to hang out like we always have every single day for the last 4 years. I thought we still had our time. Then like a snap, it was snatched away from me. I felt myself dying on the inside and was wishing the time to move faster. The meeting finally came to an end and they rushed us out of the room, since you were on your way back in. You were out in the hall, waiting in line to get a drink. Your face was flushed red from all of the fun you’d been having and you even had a little sand on the corner of your mouth. I fought back the tears even more, I wanted you to be happy and not think (or know rather) what a blubbering psychotic your Mama is. I told you that I would be back in a little while to pick you up and for you to have fun! You gave me a big puckered kiss on the lips with your sweaty sandy face and then told Daddy and Ella goodbye. You kissed Daddy and Ella and then laid your head on her belly like you often do. (Mia was at Grammy’s waiting, but when she left, she shouted out “Bye Bubba! I love you!” and you kissed each other).
Daddy and I watched you in your class, sitting at your very first desk, looking so comfortable and at ease. We finally left and sat in the SUV for a moment before heading out. I just burst in to a sobbing mess and I looked at daddy and said “It went so fast.”
IT WENT SO FAST.
From the moment you were born “they” told me how fast it would all pass by and you’d be grown before I knew it. I would smile and nod like I knew what they meant. Oblivious and assuming that it was all a cliché, like so many things often are, but it is not. IT WENT SO FAST.
My baby, my baby boy that I longed for and prayed for, for 3 solid years, my baby that has been by my side every second for the last four. All of the sudden, he has grown up and is going to school. You are a little boy, and the most special one at that. I love you with a deep fervor that only a Mama can know. I see in you the special-ness of who you are and a glimpse of the awesome man you will become.
Four years ago you were a tiny preemie newborn in my arms and today you walked away.
It went so fast. And I know this is just the beginning. There will be 1st grade, middle school, high school, graduation, college- oh my word – college and then marriage.
But one thing is always for sure. I will always be your Mama and you will always be my baby boy. You are amazing and I will always be here for you and love you even more than the 1st moment I saw you.
I love you Jackson Caleb.
Love,
Mama
To see all the pictures, go here: share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=2AasXLFy3ZMWI6
be sure to read all the captions, as they have more details about his time during the day! :)
Today he came home and told me that he learned the letter "i" and when asked what it looked like, he said (holding up his index finger) that "it is a stick, with a dot on top!" and he used his other pointer finger to show me the dot on the "i"! Way to go! I also watched him in PE this morning and he was having a blast!

1 comment:
Oh, poor mama! It will get easier with time. Do you have MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) at your church?
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