Well summer is officially over in our house. I know that we are only half way through August, but in this house we are already in our second week of school. I am the parent of a first grader. Let that sink in. A first grader. I mean I knew it would happen, but it’s just crazy to me that LB is now in first grade. The scary part is that she looks like she is old enough to be in first grade. How did my baby get there? Sending her off on her first day of school was just as hard as kindergarten. I wonder if it will ever get easier to send her or the other girls when it’s their time to school. Maybe it’s just hard because she’s my oldest. LB going back to school got me thinking about her and how much she’s grown. I thought it was a perfect opportunity to put keyboard to computer and reminisce about the little girl who made me a mom.

Dear LB,

As I saw you disappear into that classroom on the first day I was a little sad. Sad that you wouldn’t be home with me and your sisters on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Summer was much too short. Did I do enough with you? Did we have enough fun, read enough? I’m always wondering if I’ve done enough for you and with you. You are such a delight. You have a sweet disposition and are willing to comfort your little sisters when needed. You also always cheerfully help me with things. You like to make things and go places. In more than just looks you are so like me. I’m glad you are mine. I wish you a happy school year. That you will make new friends, and learn new things. Together we will conquer this thing called reading.

Love,

Mom