The end of kindergarten

Dear Liam,
Last week, one night at bedtime, you had your biggest meltdown/freak-out of your entire life. I thought you were asleep, and then you asked me how many more days of kindergarten you had left. I said that you had 4 days left... and you immediately started bawling. You continued to cry for almost 45 minutes, freaking out about kindergarten ending. You want to stay in your classroom, with your teacher and your friends, forever. My poor, sweet boy. You have so much anxiety about change. I know that you're also freaking out about going to summer camp at the Y, even though one of your best friends from school will be going too. I get it- starting there next week will be like the first day of school all over again, even though I'm sure there will be other kids that you know there.

You had a stomach bug over the weekend, and it was BAD. We ended up missing your "kindergarten celebration" last night, which makes me incredibly sad. (I'm pretty sure that it made me much sadder than it made you.) You were back and forth all day about if you felt well enough to go or not. You finally decided that you didn't want to go, because you didn't think you could stand that long, and because you didn't know what you would do if you felt like you had to puke. Poor guy. You went back to school today. Tomorrow will be your last day, and your teacher's last day too, since she is retiring. You'll have field day, and I know you'll have so much fun. You'll also be going to your best friend's house after school. I think that you're very worried about not being with Quincy next year, and unfortunately, we won't know until the day before school starts who will be in your class or who your teacher will be. I totally understand your anxiety about all this.

I love you, my sweetheart. I can't even believe how much you've changed and grown this year. You amaze me every day.

I love you.

Love,
Mommy