Dear Mr. Second Grader,
Well, this certainly hasn’t been the school year either of us planned. Over the summer, when I overheard you tell your Legos, “I promise to eat all my vegetables if can go to back school. I miss my friends,” I knew you were serious. Clearly, after spending the summer isolating with your parents, you were feeling, well, rather isolated. Gone are the days when I could amuse you with only a sugar packet, a sticker, and a paper clip.
I hoped it would be safe for you to go back to in-person class, because I wanted you to be happy. When it became clear that returning wasn’t in the Pokemon cards, I struggled with ways to protect you from feeling disappointed. As you sobbed in my arms, I made a silent promise that I’d make this all better. There’d be cake, dance parties, and secret movie times. I could make virtual school fun enough so that you wouldn’t miss what you were missing out on.
Well, I have to apologize
I know how this story sort of ends
Not too far from now, you'll ask to borrow my car and be off with your friends watching TV shows you won’t tell me about while I stare at pictures of you as a little baby on my iPhone 23 XL Pro.
Remember the other day when you asked, “Why do you like holding my hand?” I answered, “Because I love you.”
But the real reason was.. because you still let me.
Love,
Mom
