Just the two of us awake, we sit on the front porch.
I point out flowers on branches and explain the luck of a four leaf clover. You listen intently while trying to resist the dirt calling your name and a bug coming towards your toes.
Will bugs bite me, Mommy?
Nope Buddy, those bugs don’t bite.
I don’t know one bug from the next so I pull you to my lap.
They only want to hug my feet Mommy? And sometimes bees just want to kiss us?
My whole body smiles because this is you.
This is the loud little boy who can make the house shake, or whisper so softly he is barely heard.
This is the wild man who flies down the driveway but stops short to help his sister put on her shoes.
This is the You I don’t want to let go of.
As you begin preschool, I have the usual worries.
Will you cry when I leave? Will you make friends quickly? Will your teacher be patient with your ways?
But I worry most about your heart.
I worry that you will change.
I am afraid someone may laugh when you pick purple instead of blue or play house instead of army men…
and you will try to be who you are not.
As you head off to your first day without me, my strongest hope is that your Daddy and I are doing this parenting thing right.
I hope that we are instilling you with pride in yourself.
I hope you like the amazing little man you are becoming as much as we do.
I hope you aren’t afraid to stop playing tough and wild and loud, to take a few minutes to cuddle on the porch with your mom.
I hope your beautiful blue eyes stay open to the magic of hugging bugs and four leaf clovers and the important person you are.
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