Four should be so much more.
Four shouldn’t be another year of wondering and what ifs.
Four shouldn’t be a reminder of the moments we are missing out on.
There will be no last day of daycare picture.
No first day of kindergarten picture.
No backpack full of supplies waiting at the door.
There won’t be a graduating class shirt hanging in your closet waiting for your handprint.
I won’t have to decide what package of first school pictures to buy.
No first report card to pour over.
I won’t be complaining about the lunches I’d have to make every day.
No sports or activities to plan our lives around.
There will be no celebrating you learning to write your name.
No celebrating the first book you could read on your own.
No hurrah for passing JK.
No summer camps to book.
No school friend birthday party to plan.
Four is cruel.