Dear Bently,

Last Sunday night your Dad and I made a last minute decision. We signed you up for swim lessons. I was so excited. I honestly have been counting down the time where you could start lessons. I dreamed of watching you learn, and grow. I dreamed of you finding your own little friends in your classes. I dreamed of my mommy heart swelling with pride as you accomplished things on your own.

So as you can see, I was anxious and excited as we entered the pool that first day. I felt so old as they asked me my child's name. We walked back to the swimming pool and sat down, waiting to meet your instructor. Then he was there. Nate. A can't be older than 18 man with big smile. He called your name and without a look back you followed him into the pool. I sat there, shocked at how fast every thing had happened. I almost wished you would have clung to me, begged to stay by my side. But you were fine. You were happy. And me? I was crying. Hahaha! I was so incredibly overcome by the situation. It's funny how life works. I am obviously way more emotional than I think I am. I always think I'm not going to cry, but I do. I cried when we heard your heartbeat. I cried when you were born. I cried on your blessing day. I cried on your birthday, all of them. And I'm sure there are more that I am simply not thinking of.

The point of this long rambling letter, is that I cannot believe how old you are getting. I can't believe you are old enough to go do an activity with out me. I am excited for you, and I am a little sad for me. I know I am going to miss the days where you needed me for everything. I know that the challenges we face together are going to start to change. I know I am going to have to let you grow and learn more on your own now. But know, through it all, I love you so incredibly much. I love you more every single day I get to spend being your mother. I feel honored to be blessed with such an incredible sweet boy who I love more than my own life.

I love you my big boy!

Love,
Mom