Looking at you - my 5-year-old boy, months away from stepping into your kindergarten class - I'm overwhelmed with wishes and hopes for your future. As any mother is. I hope you make friends in a leadership-type way, rather than being herded along against your better judgment. I hope you retain this incredible excitement toward learning new things. I hope you find something that sparks a passion inside of you, and I hope that you believe in yourself enough to pursue what makes you happy.
I also hope you fail.
I hope you experience moments of struggle.
I hope you feel disappointment and live through difficult times.
Now that might be jarring to read, as it's hard to write - to feel. I have this primal urge to throw my arms around you as a shield from anyone or anything that might knock you down. Anything that might hurt you. You're my baby.
But I'm also your mother.
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