Gratitude

Liam's last day of preschool is tomorrow. The LAST DAY. I have been so focused on his "graduation" on Monday (an emotional day to be sure) that I never even thought about the fact that tomorrow morning will be the last time I pack his snack for preschool. The last morning I will give him a hug goodbye at the 1/2 door and watch him make a B-line for the sensory table. Three years down. How did they go by so quickly? How could it be that the clever, talkative, confident boy that now strides through that classroom door was once a scared little toddler who cried every time we left the house and barely spoke at school. How could this era of our lives already be over when it seems like it's hardly began?

I will never forget the first day I left Liam at school. The first time I really left him alone, ever, in his whole life. I will never, ever forget how my heart about cracked in two or the feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked back across the parking lot without him. Or how I cried and cried and cried while sitting in my car in that parking lot. I don't think Liam would be the proud and confident boy he is now without that school or those teachers. They understood the gift I was giving them when I left my baby in their caring and capable hands. The gift of trust. And in turn, they give me the gift of "letting go". It has been a beautiful thing. 

Thank you.