Dear Brooklyn,
Monday mornings are kind of special
for us. I get to come to your school and help out in your classroom. I
always knock on your classroom door and you come running to let me in
and give me a huge hug.
As I help out around
the classroom or in the aids room you come up every now and then and
give me more hugs. I love seeing you in your classroom. Learning and
growing and interacting. I always feel proud that you are mine.
Every
once in a while I stay for lunch. I sit with you and all the other
kindergarteners. I help open snack packs and lids and juices. I talk
with your friends and everyone wants to sit by us. We are the cool
kids.
When I leave to go home you always ask
me to stay and sometimes you hug me and cry. It makes me sad that I have
to leave you when you are sad but I am happy that you love me enough
that you want to be with me.
When I leave I always wait around a corner or by the outside fence to make sure your are happily playing again.
I love our Monday mornings. No matter how short or unimportant they may seem. They are ours.
I love you Brooklyn.
Sincerely, mom
