I didn't realize that in one breath I would go from holding your tiny infant hand to grasping small toddler fingers as we walked towards the doors of your new adventure. September 3, 2014 you began your preschool journey; it was a beeeeeeeee-autiful day! You are so ready to take the world head on and any brief moments of hesitation you experience are just those - brief moments. The morning of school when I asked if you were sooooooo excited to start school, your response was - "I'm so nervous it's ridiculous." I would never expect a different response from your little mouth that continuously has our family in cahoots. Dinosaur backpack in tow you reached for my hand as we walked towards the front doors. The doors that are your first stepping stone in your learning future. You must have asked 14,356 questions. "Are you going to leave me alone all by myself there" "How many boys are in my class" "Is M.J. in my class this year" "Do we get treats" "Are you going to leave me" "Who's going to pick me up" "Is the principal mean or nice?" Daddy may or may not have put a false image of "Mr. Principal" in your head and what might happen if you don't listen -it was just a small stretch of daddy's vivid imagination. As we arrived at your classroom door - you grabbed the little bee with your name on it and placed it on the bee tree. Mrs. Raquel exclaims "hi Kanyon" and you stalled (just for a brief moment) squeezing my hand extra tight. It literally took seconds after hanging your backpack and chit chatting with Mrs. Raquel for you to forget that I was still in the room. I watched fighting back tears as you pulled out a fire truck and told Mrs. Raquel all about Legos, fire trucks, and how bumble bees sting you. Instead of gracefully slipping away - I lingered and held on to the moment - the moment when that tiny little infant hand progressed into a toddler hand that didn't seem to need me as much anymore. As you basically shoed me away - I barely made it to the car before the free flow of tears followed. I kept thinking of the song "Bring Back My Bonnie to Me" but in place of the word Bonnie was the term baby. "Bring back bring back bring back my baby to me to me." This is the part where I struggle - letting go. You dove right in and embraced preschool with wide open arms. Miss Raquel stated, "What a bright and sweet little boy you have, I'm so happy to have him in my class." Your first day was a success and you didn't hesitate to tell me about all the girls in your class - there are more girls than boys, the bumblebee hats you helped assembled, the toys you played with, and the peanut butter and honey cracker you ate at snack time. Here's to big adventures in your new hive - keep learning my little bumblebee - you make me one proud mommy.