Dear Abbie,
Today, after I put you on the bus, I walked across the street and turned around expecting to see your face in the window. It wasn't there. I could see you laughing and talking with your friends. I waited patiently for you to realize that we had not done our ritual of waving, blowing kisses and giving the "I love you" sign, something that has been a great comfort to you as you have been frightened to ride the bus with older kids. But you didn't turn. I stood on the grass and watched the bus pull away and realized that maybe you don't need that anymore. Maybe you're comfortable enough, strong enough and brave enough to do this without me...and that's ok, but can you do me a favor? Can we do it anyway? I'm not that brave yet.
Love,
Mom
5 comments:
So beautifully written. I love the letters you do. So clever and just what I am thinking as well about my kids, only Ally is a year younger and she still waves and blows kisses. I hope it never ends, but I know it will.
This is so sweet Erin. I'm detecting a little of your mom's writing style here. This can rightly be called "prose". Love ya, Sandra
That made me want to cry! When did our girls get so big?!
TEAR!!!! TEAR!!! TEARS!!!!!!!!!!
Why do they have to grow up and become independent?
Heartbreaking! All these chaotic days when I dream of the day I send them off on a bus for school and I know deep down I'll be torn a part when they really leave me as these independent little people spending less and less time under my care.
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