Dear people at A's school,
Please stop looking at me funny when I drop off and pick up my kindergartner. Yes, I understand that at 5 years old he is 3/4th's as tall as I am. I understand that while I'm carrying him in or out of the school his legs are dangling around my knees. But you see, I also have a 3rd grader so I know that soon, very, very soon not only will I not be able to physically carry him any more, he won't want me to. Soon, too soon, it'll go to only being able to hold his hand as we walk in. Then it'll drop down to not even being able to walk him inside. Shortly after that it'll be no kisses in the van before drop off. One day while I'm in his class room volunteering he'll give me a big smile and move towards me like he wants a hug but will stop short as he sees his classmates looking at him.
So, until those incredibly sad days come I'll continue to walk up and get my 3rd grader while everyone else lets the kids run to the cars, in hopes of the occasional hand holding on the way back to the van. While my back screams at me to put him down, I'll continue to carry my 5 year old to and from school. I'll continue to walk gingerly so his long legs don't trip up my short ones. I'll keep holding him tight and deeply inhale the sweet smell of his breath as he nuzzles his face into my neck. Please stop looking at me like I'm doing a chore, like he's being difficult. Stop looking at me like I'm babying him, stop giving me a disgusted look. Instead, hold the door open for and smile for us. Smile because not only am I getting another day of touching and holding my sweet boy in public, he's getting another day of it too. The happiness his love brings to me every morning and afternoon far outweigh any protest my back may give.
Sincerly,
A grateful mama
