
yesterday i was trying to get ian to write a little something to his teacher, but he couldn't think of anything to write. i honestly got a little exasperated with him; he spends everyday with this woman for nine months and he can't think of a single thing to say to her?! in the end he just wrote "thank you for being my teacher," which is better than nothing, i guess.
but as we were saying good-bye to her today the tears started to well up and ian cried because he was going to miss mrs. R. the sweet boy that i can't help but hope doesn't vanish with age appeared before me and all i wanted to do was gather him in my arms and squeeze him.
there's more i want to say about ian finishing kindergarten, but i don't even know where to begin ...
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