Dear Thomas,
You started first grade.
When did you decide to grow up?
After snuggling with me in bed for a few minutes you got up and got yourself dressed (in the clothes you laid out the night before) and did your own hair.
You made your bed and ate your breakfast. Waffles your choice.
We took a few pictures.
You gave me hug and told me that you were going to miss me.
Then it was time. Time to start our walk.
Both you and brother wanted to carry your new stuffed animals. Foxy and Tigey. The ones you got in DC.
You held my hand the whole way to the school. My favorite.
We chatted about feeling nervous but excited.
We had to wait outside for a long time. At least it felt long because it was really hot. Brother rolled up his pant legs.
We finally got to go in and walked to your classroom. You helped a friend talk to the teacher and you confidently talked to her about yourself. Giving her your name and how you were going to get home. All sorts of important things.
You immediately let go of my hand and found your seat and immediately started coloring. You wanted to be early so that you could have time to finish your picture. I took one last picture. I am sorry in advance I just want to remember everything about you at this stage in life.
I didn't shed any tears this year. I know that you thrive in a scheduled school environment.
I know that you are a leader.
I know that you are a good friend.
I know that you love learning.
I know with all my heart that you are at the best place for you right now.
We love to be together... but we wouldn't be happy if we were always together. There wouldn't be enough room for learning and growing and becoming. Very important things when you are 6.
I asked Lew on the way home if he missed you. He said, "No. I mean yes. Thomas misses me more."
It is true. You love each other. This morning when Lewis woke up and came out to the kitchen table where you were eating your yogurt for breakfast. Without saying a word, he walked right up to you and you starting hugging. A good hug. The kind that last and mean something. You are lucky to have each other.
We didn't get to do our traditional water balloon fight with friends because a storm blew in and it was raining like mad. You were bummed.
I love walking home with you holding my hand. You told me a little bit about the day. It was good just like we knew it would be. You are already making new friends and continuing friendships with old friends.
We did have a giant cookie waiting for you when you walked through the door. Chocolate chip. Just for you.
Dear Thomas. I am happy that you are learning so many things. I do miss your silly jokes and all of your help during the day. I love you more everyday.
xox MOmma





