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I thought once you survived first grade, it was smooth sailing...wrong. Two weeks ago you started second grade. I didn't expect any of the emotional upheaval (cleverly disgused as excitement) that had accompanied first grade. So when it was time to get on the bus, I was completely unprepared for the huge sense of loss that overwhelmed me as I watched your bus drive down our lane.
My baby is gone forever, replaced by a bright, beautiful little boy.
I wrote a little poem as a farewell to your babyhood. And also, as a reminder to myself that my purpose is to help you grow, not hold you back.
"Today is your first day of school. Although I try to play it cool as we're walking to the bus, I really want to make an embarrassing fuss! I stand in our drive like a stump, unable to swallow around the lump. Saddened by loss as you disappear, the rear of the bus blurred by tears. Except one word I can clearly see. The meaning finally dawns on me. So here I stand in the warm sunshine, helpless to stop the hands of time."
The pic is a blending of kaleb at 17 months (2000) and at 7 years old (2006). I also managed a shot of the rear of the bus, but it's a little blurry. (:>]


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