Dear Marshall,
There were some things we needed to do before we could send you to preschool. Potty training was one of those things. Maybe potty training took a little longer than expected, but once you made up your mind to do it, you did. I hope you will always remember that, Sweets—sometimes your mind is the only thing you have to change to move forward in life. I am very proud of you.
Yesterday, after your preschool orientation, we went to the store to buy a backpack. You chose the bright colors of an Elmo backpack over blinking lights and cool Batman black. It was the perfect backpack for you, and even your father applauded your choice. I let you wear it in the store and you didn’t want to take it off at all, not to pay for it, not for the ride home. You wore it around the house all afternoon.
Tonight I will fill the backpack with all the things you’ll need for your first day tomorrow. I wish I could fold myself up and crawl in there so I could keep you company tomorrow. But I know I have to let you grow, and that means letting you have experiences all by yourself. I have to share you with the world. It’s hard for me to do that, but I think both you and the world will be better for it.
Happy First Day of School!
Love,
Mom