Today is the last day I will be dropping Principessa off at her Montessori school. Her dad will drive her there three more times next week, culminating in a graduation morning where we will be serenaded by a ear to ear smiles. There will be many hugs, many kisses. There will be laughter and pride. There will be tears. Many many tears.
She has learned so much in these three and a half years.
She has learned to read. Skip count. Sew. Use a hammer. Polish. Write book reports. Write stories. Clean tables. Help with car line.
But yesterday, I realized she had learned a few other things along the way.
Yesterday, as I dropped her off, she turned to me and said, “xoxo Mamma.”
To which I stopped in my tracks. My heart went pitter patter. When did my six and a half year old learn xoxo? And why did this simple statement which is used regularly make my legs feel weak?
Maybe she was using something she had heard somewhere without really knowing what it meant? My strange expression must have given away the fact that I thought she was clueless and just cute…because she said it again, this time with hand motions to show hugs and kisses.
She was not clueless. (she was cute). She was demonstrating that she had learned more than just her abc’s. She had learned to tug at my heart at the most surprising of moments.
As we go into a long weekend, and I attempt to mentally prepare for Principessa’s graduation…I leave you with her very simple and modern words: