An emotion driven experience

Dear Ryan,

The oldest, first born my “easy” baby and child. At seven years old you are becoming less and less my little boy. I’m going to admit that I hate that. You beg to be dropped off at soccer games while we park the car. Every morning you ask if you can please ride your scooter to school by yourself.  I stand on the corner and squint my eyes until I see you’ve crossed over to the school grounds. Some days you turn around to see if I’m watching, maybe a small little wave. Those are the best mornings. I adore seeing the look of confidence on your face. You are independent and proud. Such a smart kid, almost too smart. You understand how the world works, how is this possible?!? You may have been born an old soul, I’ve always felt that way – but please remain my little boy, just a bit longer.

I love you, mom

There are more letters to read within this amazing circle of talented photographers. I so enjoyed reading Katrina’s letter to her son, I think you will too! Continue the circle and visit Katrina’s letter for the month of November!