Three months ago, I dropped off my son for his first day of pre-school. He clutched onto me as tightly as possible when he thought he was being abandoned. He screamed, wailed, and tried to escape. When I went to pick him up, tears stained his little cheeks – evident that he spent the whole day crying.
A month later, I dropped him off for pre-school. He walked in as calm as a clam but still held my hand tightly. He reluctantly followed his teacher to his play group, sat in the corner and cried quietly. He repeated the same three words, Mama di lam. Mama di lam (Mama goes to work) as tears slowly streamed down his face.
Fast forward to today. He can’t say Goodbye Mama fast enough before skipping off into the distance to hug his teacher.
My little boy is all grown up.
Aww, Vicky. This story is so touching. Ok mamacita, be strong. They all have to grow up sometime.
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January 22nd, 2012