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The First Day

Hi Honey Bees! I hope all is well with you. Sharing my thoughts with you is always a pleasure and so therapeutic for me. I just love you so much boo!! 👄

Morning came so quick for me. It's 6:15 AM and my annoying alarm is ringing throughout the room. Whew Jesus I'm sleepy. I roll over and say my prayers before getting out of bed. I stumble into my sons room and attack him with hugs and kisses. It's his first day of third grade so we're both pretty excited. He spent the entire summer with his grandparents and I have to say, I'm so grateful to have my booski back home. We ate breakfast and discussed where his new classroom was. As excited as I am for him, I find myself getting a little emotional. He's definitely growing up.

Being a single mother isn't easy by any means. I remember his first day of kindergarten and how I cried all day after leaving his classroom. I remember his end of year program in first grade and how I cried so much during the ceremony people started giving me weird looks. Honey, I could care less what they thought of me! Being a parent is so rewarding. My son thinks he needs me but he has no idea how much I need him. We've been though so much together and it's moments like these I'm reminded of how far God has brought us. There was a time I could barely afford diapers or childcare. Just last year, his god mother brought his entire school wardrobe because things were so tight financially for me. What a difference a year can make.

I can't wait to wrap him in my arms this afternoon and squeeze him tight. Before we parted ways we said a prayer for all his classmates and teachers. I even said a silent prayer the children that didn't make it through the summer and a prayer for their parents. I remind my son constantly that he's the best thing that's ever happened to me and how much I adore him. I hope this school year is filled with adventure, happiness and success for him. Cheers to his first day.

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