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Off you go.

And here I stand, hoping that the other parents don’t see the traces of my tears. 

I watch you step onto that big bus.  Watch you look so small.  Too small to go.

I want desperately those days when you were silent…when you were round and soft…when you had red curls falling on your face…when you.were.here.  With me.   

But I know that your little wings are ready to learn to soar.  Every little thing about you is ready. 

Don’t forget to wash your hands before snack.  Don’t forget your manners.  Don’t forget to not pick your nose.

Don’t forget that I’ll be here, waiting for you.  I’ll always be here.

Now fly, little boy. 


Henry First Day of Kindergarten B&W NST