A note to K

You are growing so fast, my sweet boy. You face life head on with so much enthusiasm, but that means you will be ready to leave me sooner than I might like. When I first sent you to PK you were only 3 years old. You stood by the window crying as I left for the first 6 weeks. Your stubbornness and your pure love of me kept you standing there for weeks longer than I might have expected. Once I finally convinced you I was coming back, you began to wave. You would stand in your spot in the basement school and look up at me with those big blue trusting eyes and wave like crazy, blowing me kisses. And finally, a tap on your heart to show me you loved me, never taking your eyes off of me. I always had to walk away first. Towards the end of the year, you would sometimes wander off before me. But not always.
This year you give me a quick kiss, hug your sister, and run off. I look down at the window sometimes when I leave but you are never there. You are busy, as you should be, and I already miss your 3-year-old self. But I will always feel that tap on my heart when I part from you.