Oh the places you'll go...

I think we end up with a handful of papers from school every. single. day.  I love looking at them and am sad to say I am getting better at throwing things away!  For the first few weeks I became a hoarder and was proud of every line of crayon Jack drew.  Now, I can figure out what he simply colored during a free choice time and toss it!  {If I wouldn't have done this we may have needed a storage unit for Jack's preschool alone}. 

Today I ran across a little piece of paper that melted my heart.  It read...

First -- do you see that little flower/plant thing?  Okay, I used to teach science in middle school and I promise you I taught that in 7th grade science.  Jack's labeling plant parts and telling me all about how you plant seeds so trees and flowers grow.  Holy moly.

Second -- what does Jack want to be when he grows up?  None other than a DOCTOR!  In Jack's little mind, he wants to be just like Dr. Seuss, so doctor it is for our little man.  Adorable!  {and a whole lot better than the ballerina idea awhile ago as well...}

Dear Jack,
Each day, you tell me about your friends, Jon, Gillian, Jaxxon, and your girlfriend, Macy.  You fill me in on what's for lunch, who got in trouble, and what the letter of the day is in sign language.  You ask, "why?" more than I thought possible and are always thinking, questioning and wondering.  You. Amaze. Me.

I promise to always listen to those little, passionate, detailed explanations of how the world works in your eyes.  Like how, "all houses have roofs, mom, because the rain will come through.  Our house has a new roof and that house has a roof.  Mom does that house have a roof?  If it doesn't, they will need an umbrella".  Or your depiction of how garbage trucks get the trash into the piles in the landfill and that makes the Earth sad.  Your little hands go crazy, your eyes get big and wide, and you stammer through your 3-year-old explanations as if they are perfectly true.

I can only imagine the places you'll go, little man.  You have a brain as big as the world, a momma and daddy who will always support you and push you to learn more and more, and are just as stubborn and determined your dear old ma.  If you want to be a doctor, shoot for the moon.  If you want to be a garbage truck driver, I'll support you in that, too.  Ballerina -- what a deal that would be.  Whatever you choose, be a good one.  We'll be here, watching and cheering you on.

I love you, Jack.  You continue to melt my heart.

Love,
Mom