Dear Quinn ~
I dropped you off at preschool and you hardly glanced back at me. You were more than ready for your first day and I realized I wasn’t as ready as I thought I would be. It’s hard being a Mom. What, with all these mixed emotions. I am so proud to watch you grow yet my heart aches that you are getting so big. No longer my baby… but still my baby all the same. Being the youngest is tough too. I get it.
You have embraced preschool and you are so excited each day when you go. I love watching your excitement and I hold back the tears watching you. I am so proud of you. Yet, I can’t help but wonder how it is that we have arrived at this moment in time so soon. Too soon.
Fall is arriving and the leaves are falling to the ground. You run outside and I watch as your long, blond hair cascades down your back. You turn to smile at me and your little cheeks, still so much a toddler, but you…. you are so independent. My heart skips a beat as I realize that time marches on even when we want things to slow down just a little bit.
And yet I know, you will never slow down.
Mama loves you, Quinn.
Love Mama/
