
Dear son,
The summer holidays are over and I still can’t get over it.
No sooner had it been about parks and beaches and picnics and road trips than it would be about conferences and book fairs and classroom parties and field trips.
I will surely miss your lazed out morning schedules; and my constant nags of dragging and draining you for all little things.
“Wake up, it’s almost 9 now.”
There’s hardly gonna be any scope of it now. You shall be hard on your responsibility of getting up early now so that you could make it to the school.
I will miss your incessant complains of being bored after every while and what next can be in your option list of to-do’s.
You are gonna be so consumed by a tiring day followed by classes and activities that the days will end in a jiffy now.
I will miss the constant company of yours that I got so used to. My reading partner, my painting buddy, my morning sunshine, my evening delight.
A lot of peaceful times that I am gonna have is surely going to have some big deal amiss in it.
I am gonna miss our summer together; day outings, visits to the pool, trips to the liabrary, play dates with friends, enjoying ice cream treats and playing with bubbles and all little things that bring a smile on your face.
My litle man is ready for the first grade now. This is officially the class of you getting started to the first level of education.
It fills me to a deep level of excitement and to a deeper level of nervousness.
Excitement, to see you grow, do all those little things by yourself and learn wiser lessons of life.
Nervousness, as time draws you closer to itself and one step away from me; probably you needing a bit less of me.
It’s the first now and it will be no sooner when you will be ready to fly all by yourself.
Seeing their kids grow is what we all parents want, still feel so shaky when that happens!
Well, that’s the irony of life.
Nothing, but hail and hearty wishes from your mom my little boy.
The stage is set for you to do bigger things and I am sure you are there to win it.
