Some people might look upon you as a sweet and innocent time and place. The dress-up center, the finger painting...sure, it all looks pretty low key when you put it like that.
But the truth is much more sinister, isn't it? I have discovered your secrets and I'm about to blow your cover, Kindergarten. Let's be blunt, the fact is this: you steal babies.
You got my first child, and I didn't even see it at the time. It's only in retrospect that I realize that my sweet little boy, the one who held my hand and kissed me goodnight and thought that I could do anything, walked through your doors one day and came out different. Bigger, and more independent. Sure, he still wants me to do his laundry and cook his dinner. But he doesn't need me like he used to; where I once knew all that there was of him, inside and out, now I just have a small piece for my own. And that one shrinks every day.
Today, I filled out the papers that will see you get your hooks into my baby. In just a few short months, I'll be handing him over to you. And a little hand that, up until now, has always readily fit into mine, will be letting go.
Be gentle, Kindergarten. I know that he is ready, but I'm not sure that I am.